IRC-Galleria

Shining it's elemental warmth
The prismatic light of the nightsky
Cold and intense bursts of winds
The mark of their power

Their symbols in the constellations
Almost in the palm of my hand
Reflecting from my eyes
Back to the horizon and beyond

The sigils of firmament
Part of our inner being

They remain still as skies weep
The pouring frost in the air
Covering the land in its tears
Ceasing the life for a moment
Lands beautifully aligned
Waiting for their time

My naked body in this abyss of light
Singing my serenade to the dark
My shadows whimper before me
Creating a song for their annulment

As the vast forests turned to white
The grand construction of celestial sphere
The eyes of this absurd nature, observing
My sere spirit, blinking once its eyes

The land giving birth to a mountain
In the middle of this forest
On the top of this acropolis
Where I appear as a servant

I can sense the shadows
On this rising tor of stone
As the sigils of firmament fade
This everlasting night tarnishes
Here I wait for the Sun to rise
Now as I'm marked by the night
Marked to become part of all
To become a star in the sky

-Isth