Solace in the Primeval

Solace in the Primeval

Gnarled limbs reach far into extending horizons

Each with its own reality and beset on all sides by the extraneous

Pensive existence on many strata

Some lay beneath clouds which obscure ascension

Some stretch to frail points of remoteness

But all forget the binding power below

Periods of conflagration seem a hell to the parochial

Searing chaos reduce to cinders

Life beneath the rot will again flourish

Withered and dry, venerable shells collapse in fiery ruin

As Spartans formed before the Immortals of Xerxes

Temerity in duty Acceptance of the familiar unknown

Overcome by the honor to die as one

One which is eternal but through like deeds

Solace in the primeval Summoning vernal winds

Solace in the primeval "Where all suns have hitherto gone down" X 2

Seedlings scattered to the skies

Languishing in inhospitable soils abroad

Unto us weeds are carried by the same means

And all are thus pulled to the same miserable end

Would knowing the source alter even one occurrence?

Lifetimes spent perambulating only the surface

Efforts to decipher what may yet be incomprehensible

Overshadow the origin of that upon which destinies are etched

As Constantine besieged within crumbling walls

But a faint shadow of a reeling gelding

Thinning blood may not slake cruel blades

Heads destined to adorn foreign edifices