The forge of Avalon screams.
Spearing the depths of a dying king.
For legacy and blood have been discarded
upon battle fields of ash and dreams.
The forge of Avalon is howling.
Crafting the final crown,
With a Blood diamond for each loved one in the ground.

A feeling of the pulse, the flow of the galactic.
Energy in the veins to a core of white static.
Pulsars in the eyes, a ruby soul on fire.
An ascent through the seven and the gates
to the designer.

Night shades of terror true.
         Lost, crazed, and lonely too
       Dawn breaks with sleepy eyes.
           So warm they hypnotize.
         Far from words that express.
My love for life, and my respect for death

The wind rocks the cradle.
That plays into the night.
The moon brings the blues.
And everything is alright.

The horse shakes the saddle
That knocks me down.
Just let me go back.
To that burning town.

In a certain funk.
In a certain way.
I play with the fire, every day.

The Morning sun and desert, the wanderer makes his trail, seeking the golden fountain the answer to his prayers.
Exhausted, burnt, and beaten, by a million weighted steps.
He falls to his knees shouting, some where between life and death.
" I search for the gate! and the one who knows! the river! the light! the truth and sea!
I search for the fountain of the desert valley!, oasis of clarity! ".

To think of this as empty .
A shell without a host.
A cup without the pleasure.
Of ever giving a toast .

I have seen my thoughts come to life, the danceing flames of my dreams.
And i am now ready to travel on, it's hard to say the next time we shall meet .
Maybe in this life, or  maybe in the storm of a billion drops of rain.
Just know i was not driven to this,  or forced by my recent discovery.
I am for the journey, and the winds bring my time.
I travel onward now, my sweet sweet candle light.
Still, do not think of me as old and past my days.
But rather, think of me as free, like a gust of wind or a simple breath.
I remain long after death.

When i look in the mirror, its not me i see.
But a ghost, a shell, that will  release.
And in my eyes, i see stars, drops of  fire in the rain.
That drip down, into a darkness, that feeds on pain.
I take comfort in the solace, of being insane.

Bound by stone, water and bone.
Replenish the river of light.
Keep me tall, prepared for all.
If demons should come tonight.

She is the avalanche, that buried my heart.
An ice cage, meant to keep me close.
And when the sun comes shining threw my view.
She paints the windows black, to remind me of what she will do.

-Visions Of Two-

The mirage seems so intent.
pointing, and calling me from a far.
For days, i hear its voice.
Like the crash of a waterfall.

Then this shadow.
Always two steps ahead.
Constant, with the mocking.
But just as lost, as i am.

Life in a box, with walls all around.
Echos of my voice, bouncing back loud.
Tiny little pictures, a merry go round .
Six pillars as witness, that never make a sound.

"The mirrors edge of cutting sight.
Splits the light of a shattered sun.
Blacks the rain that falls on heavy.
Erases the pain to come undone.
Pain the anvil, my most grim of companion.
For i walk on salt upon vast expansion.
Body aflame, with symptoms of cold chills.
This bucket is empty from sanity spills."

A mirror for two, the soul the eye.
One sees the world, the other my mind.
Reflect back to me, the intents of my heart.
Mirror to mirror, from finish to start.

I dissolve away with a drop of light,
my passage through the soul.

The ripples of design, they collide into a bind,
flashing patterns of wisdom and truth.
Sapphire is the crown, enlightened by the sun.
I dissolve away, i flow into one.

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Atomic rose the scarlet queen.
Conjuring the malice from an evil dream.
She scars the earth in tides of fire,
leaving ruin in her path.
She burns away the kind desires,
and turns them all to glass.
She's a destructive madness on an atomic scale,
this scarlet beauty i know so well.

Upon the shore where footprints last.
She walks in the sun above the sea.
And in the final light of dusk.
She turns and shines one last
time for me.

The love is, the deepest touch.
Like feathers dance with the wind,
of a hurricanes march.
So right and here, and blind to the fire.
Caring floats free, as so love desires.

Well i am here, a little past nine.
And iv been standing all day, with a fractured spine.
Well i am here, but let me be.
Just let me go to bed, don't make me beg on my knees.
Well i am out, i am gone for good.
I told you twice, but i guess i am not understood.

All  ripples in time
With the toss of a tiny stone.
The image of me lost.
Faded into the air.
A me i will never know.

Give to me the fire, the ember, your heart.
Take from me the cold, the fear, the dark.

Help me see the truth, my life, my faith.
Save me from the hate, my pain, the grave.

Lead me to the garden, the gold, his grace.
Lift me up closer, too the palace,  my fate.

Lost in the deep, dark and blue.
                   Is how i feel when i don't see you.

                    Full of life, and far from death.
     Is how i felt when you pulled me from the depths

The mumbling stumbling father of the faith.
Who makes it too his service fragile and made of glass.
Who reads the book upside down knowing eyes will never see.
The blankly staring flock who are programmed into their seats.
Who tells a story of gambling, then spends his children's coin.
Who speaks of the wrongs of killing, then buries his victims down.
O the mumbling stumbling father of the faith.
Who leads you blindly to other gates.

way down in the fire of her.
I struggle to breath.
And all the smoke around my eyes.
Makes it impossible to leave.
So ill sit here, taking on the flame.
It can burn me to the bone.
But i can take the pain.

Above conversion into the prime.
A systems glitch into the breach.
quantum threads sowing time.
A slow drowning in the mind .

A pin point light that slowly grows.
A  inevitable confusion in the black.
obtainable knowledge in ethereal realms
through the gates where Icarus fell.