Procession

Procession

O' thy Spirit grasp my dreadful pulse;

In contemptuous rapidity.

Move a heart beheld, at a quicker pace

Than thee - and thus I scream!

For my shadow wicked in its ways,

Will void whence it is dark,

The madness touches simplest men,

Cannot breath - a flower

Passed in dark.

Provide! My sun - I've seen you rise,

Ghouls up from the soil.

Mold hideous to wonderful,

And evil into water.

The spring is for consuming - youth

The forest comes - your daughter

Provide! My sun - my youth retained,

But now hath been rekindled.

O' Spirit - Sun - you will exchange,

Whence you cross the sea,

T'was revelation in myself,

That made my shadow flee.

Day arrives - the pine tree fields

Take in the active light.

Stars align still poised above,

They're waiting for a night.