Ten Winters Apart, Part I: Far from Any Fate

Hear we too are made of fated stars

Cold and far apart, shine the bright mirage

Judging by the true heart

Gone so vague with time

Frail with sleep, cruel with savage crimes

Seam my wandering eyes, dim the pryin sight

Stand guard the blade and wings in vigil

Beneath red wool we children sleep

Safe from the shunned fables and yonder deeds

In the nest of slithering dreams

Fright between this night and becoming eventide

Two heads have I

Twin voices with a will of third

One of dusk, one of monring sky

And each talon raised lambs impaled

My tail devouring words

Will you march with the dream

Or will you tread alone

Will you stare at the flames

Cruel play of shades

will faltering fades

Will you hold my doubt

that left us scarred

Dream upon we drown

Your dread concealed

Fools quiet fears

Are wisdom to wield

And with lies cohere

The leash must be long

Slaves shackles share

Cast of imbrued freedom

Threat of heaven impaired