I am your swordarm
Your shadow...

I will not
fall...

Murder-eyes look into me and say
like heresy, hear-say...

The suns are closing in and
The stars have crossed our path...

Ladies and Gentlemen, It is with Great...
You wanted it gone so you gave it to me...

What we are,
Is fading away again...

The trees sway their limbs in an eldritch dance
The wind whips the leaves so they clatter...

Why are there never as many roses as thorns?
One flower...

Through the veil of a thousand lines I see
pushing the membrane outwardly...

I was there when you bled him dry,
I was there when you took his life...

Endless panels of colour,
broken up by a black deepened by surreal...

She is the name we do not speak,
The ghost-mirror in our intercourse...