What is dead illuminates
And births a bowl of ashen gems
Dreaming... the soul rises
In wisps of smoke
A faraway voice cried
I am lost without you
An echo was all I had
A memory of trees and clear water
I am lost without you
There I lay in a shroud of mist
A forgotten elder in solitude
Hid from the sun by the shadows of shrines
Breathing the scents of sepulchral blooms
They feed on long-buried flesh
And I feel I am one of them
Silent, rotting
There in the water... I saw the moon...
Her outline was black
Under her gaze, resplendent
I watched as god fell
His flesh became leaves of seasons long-gone
I rejoiced as I peered
Into the ash of divinity...