Spectral Gold

Shaken from slumber
Split and severed
Blindly they seek
Faded twin, once loved

In this wounded way
Beast is born
To wander crooked paths
In this way beast is broken

Trailing red in bended grass
An offering to guiding hands
That lift from graves too early
The burning hearts of life

His ghost dissolves in dust
Formless, dragging heels through the dirt
Small clouds
Mark his passing through the house
Here, not here
Watching his ghost dissolve

In the sun
Here
He hovered, he wavered
Not here
Swollen tongue, cut
In the sun, gone

Air heavy, knotted
Leaden voice echoes

Oh, hollow king
Lord of emptiness
Fear as master

Your rule is null
You have been crowned
Hollow King
Hollow King

Laying prostrate, bent and bruised
Seeking succor from the dust
Feast upon barren fields
Consume decay

Body spoiled by ravaging lust
A barely beating heart, rotting in its tract
Languish, treading muddied waters
A slow death, assured and common

Crippled soul borne aloft
By Blight's End Angel

To know ceaseless light
And endless death
And into love
Forever be reborn

From waking dawn
From first drawn breath
I was yours
Ever silent ward

That to which I clung
I was yours
In the quaking pools
Of your gaze

Shackled and drowned
Thus christened
Son, brother, king

For what false warmth, weak
For what blinding light, pale
Bodies will we burn?

When the mantle of our spirit
Is not our own
We have nothing
We are nothing

Begin rites of reclamation
Flames engulf the initiate

Kneel
Kneel before the raging blaze
Offer the crumbling deed
It ascends as fiery ash
New stars in heavens reborn

There is no deal
There can be no more deal