Flows it through
AS calls the gait
And shimmering
is all but truth in eyes that hide

Eyes that melt as fire dies
Eyes inside that change to fly

Lusting after tainted days
But looking on to sunny rays

Macabre figures that decree
That life is to but, be lived free

Shaking loose from bond and shackles
Forged without.
mandibles gnaw at listlessness and faux remembered sludge and rout.

Do we even own a crown, ravens loose up in the sky