Avian was the wind as it passed me
with wings wrought of fire and ice.
The summit emerged through a thicket of cloud
as lavender grazed paradise.
Creatures as old as the darkness itself
found arduous places to dwell.
Each wrinkle bestowed and each incubus scar
held to it a story to tell.
The deep places of the world,
molten, weaken, scorn.
The high places of the world,
Amethyst moves in Secunda displays,
but a moment confined to the haze.
The diaries kept by the north are revealed,
in the sound of the soule as a maze.
Stay there where the light went out
let burden bring you home.
Or venture to the world beyond
embracing the unknown.