Can the sea be drowned in slight taking?
A candlelight basks beneath the still fluids; a great orgy of herdsman undertake the mistaken illusion.
Bred to wander in hopeless night, they cast reflection of sanctity in delusionary burials.
They ask one for the riddance of light, for a solemn purpose holds true.
A giant council comes to hear the gentle plees
Soft and mad, they sacrifice a nocturnal fleet of warmongers as night approaches.
The time has come to freshen feasts of promised lands!
The sands of riddle denounced to man form a lighthearted gathering through perils of unknown atrocities.
Undo the candle’s flame, for night comes again in velvet legions, re set to unmake the light’s creation.
Night will break with universal laws, scarred and helpless, it flees as its predecessors.
A new age begins……..
