The sun has yet to rise, smothered by these cloudy hands
This essence is unknown, the stranger in a mundane land
It flickers as the candles in my darkened cell.
It howls as the desert wind that sweeps my tower walls
It gnaws as pangs of hunger in cloistered indifference
It echoes as the footsteps in my empty corridors.

Enter
Strange one
Sharp and
Shining

My sky has visible scars that testify its many trials
They bleed ephemeral rain from gashes going on for miles
She stares with white unearthly eyes
She danced on spirit’s feet suspended just above the ground
The light fractures into prismal spectrum circling all around
Around the space she leaves behind.

Enter
Strange one
Sharp and
Shining

Be without care
Be without fear
Be without wants
Finally, be free

My new god has 3 faces
My tower, stripped of all façade
In my fields, in my wake
The gatekeepers are all aflame.

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