There is a city in the world with a torn out street,
Where the people are torn between their lips and teeth,
In broken homes, on salted shoulders,
With rasping tongues and crackling lips

Ouroboros Ouroboros
Soroboruo Soroboruo

Sulphurous distaste of the mind,
Degenerate, disintegrated air,
Vile of thought and thistles,
Effervescent on streets of doubt

Like lampposts at twilight
Held warm at winter’s heart;
Luminations blind to noise
Of pearls and furs in perfect poise

Weep Salamander, Weep Salamander
Weep, Weep, Weep for
Alexander

I who sat upon the throne of Kings,
I who spat at the Wise Man’s speakings,
I am king no longer but of the ground,
And nobody kneels for me.

Zosimus
Swept the desert sands,
In hopes to find the garnet stone,
He found nothing but a lump of coal
And on the sands he kept on searching
Till he found his heart at the bottom of a snake pit
At the bottom of the snake pit
Prying love with solemn hands, he could not differ
What writhes and pulses in the stirring dark?
He breathed the song of ash and crept into the fallow wind.
Heartless and filled with venom spit,
He lost his Pride at the bottom of the snake pit.

On the rocks where Jonah stood,
Clay feet and hands of glass;
Let the waves break against him,
In hope that they might chastise him

Pleading,
O Mother O, do not forsake me
Please Mother Please, let the water take me.

In the bell jar,
The Nightingale discords,
Hallow, softly broken men
The man of Crete leads with a heavy heart
Yet cannot still raise his arms
Rome was not built on Martyrdom

So swear sinister, by the left hand
Stain your feet with the hearts of men
Lay your fingers bare,
So that they may come again

Dance on marble floors
Where the censers used to bow as they did before
Time stood vexed in amber jars
And watched the silent skies pour unto silken crowns
Their tranquilla doves and emeralds sparse
Lay decadent on marble floors
Where they never danced, they never poured
They never sang a single chord
Melancholy nature is,
The truth behind
What is left unwound
The rest is all a lie.

It is no fault in time
My Masonic Mind
Chose to purge the world from the inside
Of a child’s heart
Checkers, Checkers
A Chequered floor and Chequered Sky
Drowned Jonah’s world in Red and White
Cleansed the bell that sounds at dawn,
Eyes as wide as shadows long
And with the spectral dust come tears.

In the end,
What will be left at all?
But Blood upon Vermillion.

There is a tale that you've always heard.
The story about the sun falling in love with the moon.
But here is a new legend
About the light-sent and the darkness-purged.

She was the daughter of the sun.
And he was the son of the moon.
She was morning's princess.
Beautiful as she holds the world's luminations in her eyes.
While he; he was night's prowler.
Quiet as his domain was the darkness.

As such as the sun and the moon,
They were destined for each other.
But such as Fate's ironies and games,
Their love was inevitably impossible.
They only catch glimpses of each other
At every dusk and every dawn.
But that wasn't enough for the purged.

While she was calm and silent with her primmed smile,
Shining the earth,
He was tired of being lonely
Wallowing in the unmoving darkness.

One night, he called up to Fate.

I don't want to be alone anymore! I can't stand this eternal void alone!

As he shouted, the sent heard and listened.
Her smile widened but her eyes were clouded with tears.
The earth was shrouded in clouds and storms.

Then Fate smiled and told the purged:

  How are you so lonely when you were never alone? You were always with your brethren.

Fate spoke as Fate showed him the stars.

  The light-sent always shone bright, even if she was truly alone. She brought light to the world without a doubt.

He became silent.

The time where him and her would see each other came.
And when he saw her clouded eyes,
He disappeared.
She waited for him to come back,
Yet he waited for her to leave.
When she gave up and left, only was the time he came back.

The next twilight came,
And he readied himself to see her.
But she never appeared.
Because she already left.

The next day, that time approached again.
They both showed up
But they didn't look at each other.
He knew she was there.
And she knew he was there too.
Always at dusk and dawn, they came.
But never again did they catch a glimpse of each other.

*never again