The bark flies by in pastel existence.
The leaves seem like mountains of crinkly rock.
Brown and green swirl like the universe and it blurs together in the cold cool air.

The static position gets hard to maintain.
I want to twitch. I faulter slowly.
It begins to write itself in flowing ink.
Fireside on a scroll in dripping sincerity.

The golden embers gracefully rise and my mind collides with the explosions of life.

Glowing in the future is a hidden hate.
A deep despise and an impostor date.
The clone of love lies through its teeth.
Betrayl, torture, surrender, he seethes.
Deep in this forest the robes make the world.
The blues in these bushes make us forever.

Bone magic. Slow and tragic.
Draw me something dramatic,

The black sand sparkles in the wind,
The lightning sears with the fire within,
A reason to die but a reason to live,
The monsters attack us,
They claw at our sins.
The darkness will take us all.

As we conquer our dreams,
As we spill this dark wine.
Our lives emanate glory,
Our souls escape time.