O heart drenched in sorrow,
O wreckage of a fallen love.
Pitiless and fearsome,
The Norns mutter over this soul.
Where deep love, as life, has perished.
Treading currents of emotion,
From deepest shadow, I hear
The mutterings of the Norn.
Tracing first
Ascent from chaos,
Watching the spark
Fanned into flame.
Listen as it gathers about
The elements of life upon this plane,
Becoming a creature
Of blood and dust.
Dust and blood become the water of life,
As the cycle is continued
The plane we call our universe recedes
As it is born in dusty glory.
Beginning at the height of glory,
Thoughts drift by in a montage of light.
Some touch me,
Add to my being
And I grow.
Others pass
With hardly a second glance.
What they were I may never know.
Revel
In the strange ecstasy
Called life.
Experiencing all ,
Bright and well travelled,
Striving to explore the dark unknown..
Blazing paths
For others to follow.
Reaching beyond the bounds,
Touching another,
Grasping that which is beyond
Oneself.
Soaring to depths hither unplumbed
As flames of passion
Fill all horizons.
The wheel spins,
Cycles turn,
That which grew,
And flowered,
Begins to drop petals.
Sorrows shared,
Ties which bind.
Joys remembered
As each fragment screams
Toward its final end.
With each passing petal
The abyss opens,
Earth swallowing maw,
Life destroying…
Soul Crusher,
invites deeper visitation.
In a moment of frailty,
Which is great strength,
Lashing out in love and anger.
Try to stop the descent
Into the maelstrom.
Burning out the life
It cannot keep.
Leaving behind
Only this ruin,
Of a dried, withered, husk.
Where deep love, as life, has perished.
Pitiless and fearsome,
The Norns mutter over this soul.
When My Worlds Collide 