Lifetime

Awoke
Warmth in his breath
Light in his eyes
The sun on his face

Born to die
On a cold, dark, and snowy day

A rebel without a cause
He was the cause of sorrow
To the people that knew him first
And the people he lay to rest

Looking deeper inside
He thought he knew himself
But he only knew his enemy
That put him to this suffering
Bury the road
He always knew
On those warm days
To fell the trees
Where the daylight kept him safe
Shown through
To cut the string
That held him high above
The white endless pit

The cold started the parade
Freezing him to pieces
He forgot in pride
Followed by the dark
His eyes scared
Hid in shame
The snow came
With the falling flakes
He fell to the desired end

The Happy Villager

I was the happy villager

I saw the living tones

I drank the blood of the ocean

I threw the first stone

I tore down the sun

And set up my the cloud’s camp

I lived by the throne

With a lit lamp

I revealed my sides

And the darkened skies

The cloud’s rain drops

Heard my cries

I revealed my sides

And the darkened skies

The cloud’s rain drops

Heard my cries

I listened for the end

But the light never shined

I hid my feelings

For they had no mirrored kind

I lost my spirit

The hearts fell to the ground

My soul followed the angels

The cloud, I found

I lived in time without end

I looked down to my heart

And saw the broken alone

For alone they turned apart

I breathed the fire

To burn the pillager

But the awoken choices

Of old, for they haunted me

I am the happy villager