standing under a chalky cliff
losing myself in blue sky
i felt i’d found eternal drift
and looked a myth in the eye



of beasts and blessed fury wrote
the clouds up high above
they told the tale in drift and float
of angst, and war, and love



oh, such weight did escape my bones
that i felt my feet were slipping
i would have drifted to parts unknown
had i not felt the drift forbidding

I cloned your soul
and put it in a jar.
Sometimes I take it out
but it never goes far.



If, someday, a wind should catch it.
There’d be no way for me to fetch it.



It’d ride the wind
and rise up to the sky.
And we’d finally see
how far a soul can fly.

monsters marching in the night
sinking into shadows against wan moonlight
you’ll know them by their low growl
when they slink behind you on their nightly prowl