Page Nine

The world turned black, but for the silver glimmer

Eyes, Lit the Arrien.

From yonder realm La Mére professed,

A new tragic hero to an inconquerable quest.

A shadow, and shade, was the woman of grace,

Light of her eyes, revealed the truth to her face.

Her Light became Knowledge, and that Knowledge became his.

Wonderland lay deeper,

The depth, an abyss within,

A Light in the Dark,

To Swallow Our mortal Sin.

You are the Hotumn

Shepherd of Dust,

Built from decay,

Deep in the Crust,

You are the once passed,

The formerly known,

A Coronation of crashing

Come to froth and to foam.

Seas rumble Drumming,

Percussing New Kings to Thrones.

Lay down the waves on the shores of your truth,

The beaches are changed, by erosion of youth.

Impacted collision, come in this vision,

Splayed open by power, force and precision,

Abstracted beyond, ones own recognition,

This deep dive within, revealing his mission,

Looming above him, was one small decision,

Keep moving forward. Face the incision,

He will rise with the Dawn,

He will rise like a Lune,

Giving a face to the Dark of the moon.

And when He does, the world will hear

A single tune, a Collective cheer.

Harmony to the hum of all,

To sing of freedom, big and small.

Step to the Scales,

See the Eye, there your fate

You innocent child,

To bare Our hate.

To what truth,

Will you Lend your weight?

Nothing is Choice,

All is yours to create.

Beyond what is Hotumn, Time holds no space

Pain and Suffering must one boy face,

For Sour Salted Soils, must paradise replace.