A glance into the tyranny,
nearer and nearer
the blackness
comes

avoiding spasms
of contradictory
patterns
splattered upon
the ideas
of a common
imagination

we trickle forth,
as the essence
of distant
eternity

dance upon the illusion,
a hatred for Mara
this ever-present
quest

unlock symphonies
of boundless praise,
a magic of thirty
thousand
angels

we venture on as
sacred explorers
conquering fear
as if it were
a mouse