Serpents - The Flaming One

Of ceaseless dominion, void and without form
Here, virtues reign...
Knowing not the self, nor from whence we came
Here, dwelleth the slave…
Born and bred unto benighted submission
I serve sacred command,
And yearn the cradle of its chains

In thralldom divine; unfound, motionless and blind
Here, we remain...
Dying one thousand deaths, as each dawn fathers new name
Here, "home" is but a grave…
Disenchanted by the feigned arms of rapture
I count the sands of time,
And feed upon its grain

I stay; restrained... unwanting to yield these confines
I praise and pray unto thee, each and every day and night
Yet still I lay bare; coveting an end to this plight
....May thy cup runneth over, and soon fall the sweetest wine?

Breath begets breath
Each echo like a step
Ringing onward, unveiling contrast
Enkindling within, as they last

In this desolate crypt,
This cave of mirrors;
Resounding reflections birth illumination

"Dost thou see me now; a distant flare, a blazoned cry?
Hast thou forsaken me, the image thoust left to die?"
My portrait shines upon the deep, usurping a shapeless stillness
For a single shadow cast, has begun this catharsis…

"I see now a second self, a lone and blazing star;
And with thy lips, a brush... I paint its pathways afar"
An effigy of the flaming one, unearthed and fostered into darkness;
For on the wings of song, I become its duality incarnate

"Between these horizons, I stand;
Hand in hand, silhouette and man
...The light of the firmament, the light of this land"