• A willow breaks in the dead of night
    prayer bells toll we take our flight
    this barren empty land that begs to be whole again
    breathes new life, new love, new reasons to end

    to Temenos, summon kindred spirits
    To Temenos with all worthy men

    The poet speaks of myth and rhyme,
    Philosophies dealt in the hands of time
    against fallacies of a sacrificed lamb
    against the tales conjured by man

    The pin held close to the heart of time,
    indulgence in fear, to it, is sublime

    Breath of life in a fallen man,
    poised on the edge
    New life born of vengeance,
    soul trapped underground.
    Burning embers paint the night,
    As the world of the dreamers take plight,
    the poet and the philosopher take their pens and write

    as a sliver of light pierces the mist of our 'morrow,
    ending songs of pain, and rains of sorrow
    then offerance of a writers creed lies abolished,
    true to inspiration the doctrine is demolished
    These flowers shall blossom
    once more before their nights' occlusion,
    to take in the light once disguised as their seclusion

    permanent reminders to forget things once lost
    yet a forgery remains to brand those mocked

    Still hope who all shines through,
    endowed in all that we do
    to collect the dew in the leaf, savory sweet,
    embrace the sweat of what we've done