Ascension of the most high
Imbued by the hue of golden orbs
Weeping with patriarchal salutations
Tears wicked away before Heavens damning gate
Let me linger a little longer on this ride Swing of the Spiral, keeps me focused
Attenuation of breath, igniting fervor
Virulence caught in every waking breath
Inciting violence, my own malevolence
Haunts me slowly like a psychic vampyre
Stalked in the golden hour, sun's shade dries up & dies like grapes on the vine
