I enter the stellar threshold with twilight smouldering my eyes.
For a thousand years I've strolled these inter- planetariums life-beating wraths.
Trampled by the witches-hammer a process of slow decay started.
The blood in my veins has started to moulder.

As I go on in this netherworld, I'm bound to search for my soul- companion.
The wings of the angels spread and the eye of the oracle bathes in an indescribable natal verve.

But as the earth quivers and slowly crumbles into an everlasting serenade of fiery deities, will we try to save us?
For which divine signals shall our love be forced to achieve?
Even now this misery of sweltering waves devours our last sparkle of aspiration.

The unappealing taste of empathy