Action man wakes up to sunny garden
of Eden's power, exclaiming pure nature...

It's a call for the hail of fury, coming down
Within a trace of silver...

Just a blur on the ground but the aged ochre eyes...
And war begins...

I walk where angels fear to tread and even demons...
Where night is filled with laughter but in day the...

The tides in the sky roll in with baited breath.
Its ice bite whistles around all corners with...

The cascades of the silver curtain, slipping by...
Creeping down the cobbles, concealing her pale...

A blaze of fearful glory settling in the skies
The outward spectrum bright to my introverted eyes...

I think I should have let someone know
But it would not have quenched the fire...

There'll be an angel and devil waiting to cart me...
With a smile or a smirk on their face waiting to...

It shifts before my eyes
Over and over and over again...

Above the Furness, with oak held tight beneath
There is the golden highway, flighty nectar racing...

Sometimes I sense my waking moments as they chase...
Perpetual motion in a thousand midnight scenes...