Written in waters

A distant cry... From what I perished for? No.... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, Wither in the absence of my thoughts. So I cry... I cry, not...

Autumn witches standing barefoot in the sea. Singing songs that even brought the devil to his knees. We shall inherit the time... Like the thunder stands for comfort. With the dancer in our dreams....

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows... (I touched the devil once...) ...and I have...

A shelter for me in the storm, to faint, and see ravens fly. I am the one worthy, to carry those born with wings. Swim with me, meet my dreamking... See my broken wings, and my feathers the dust in my...

I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Wicthes painted me, Like the mysteries created me... Like where the poets...

I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... ...the son of the moon... and I will carry...

Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am forever. A storm, but ever so fearless it...

...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear: "It never rains around here." The...