Hartlight - Polymorphia

Polymorphia

I beheld the world
Through a narrow slit
From a dusty floor
That overlooks the scene

I was the misshapen ghost,
Whom history shuns,
Confined to the shadows,
Hidden from the bright suns

But the white star in the prima materia took shape,
In the canvas of the cosmos, a divine drape for the lonely souls

Polymorphia
Borrows from the almighty nature
Its original enigma,
Its magical structure

Polymorphia
In the laboratory
Feel the magma
That brings forth the majesty

The gales swept over the rafters,
The ruins bestowed the sky,
Letting the sunrays enter
Making matter volatile

The darkness became a friend,
For it no longer bit nor gnawed,
The hurting wolf was tamed,
Glorious, beneath the moon's laud

Archetypes of ancient scenes,
Emerging from my empathy,
I understand in you the mysteries,
That write the pages of myth

But the white star in the prima materia took shape,
In the canvas of the cosmos, a divine drape for the lonely souls

Polymorphia
Borrows from the almighty nature
Its original enigma,
Its magical structure

Polymorphia
In the laboratory
Feel the magma
That brings forth the majesty