In the dark sunlit woods abound;
Burning in the furnace;
The souls seen lighting up the Altar.
Rummaging through the barren springs, found;
Smoothened out shriveled flowers;
The souls being offered at the Altar.
The air thick with incense mounds;
Heaps of breaths dipped in essence;
The souls busy, scenting the Altar.
From the echoes of the lost sound,
Notes played in perfect cacophony,
The souls quietly sing to the Altar.
I stand alone, the world beyond,
With no soul and no altar,
With no questions and no answers,
A moment embracing ETERNITY.
Burning in the furnace;
The souls seen lighting up the Altar.
Rummaging through the barren springs, found;
Smoothened out shriveled flowers;
The souls being offered at the Altar.
The air thick with incense mounds;
Heaps of breaths dipped in essence;
The souls busy, scenting the Altar.
From the echoes of the lost sound,
Notes played in perfect cacophony,
The souls quietly sing to the Altar.
I stand alone, the world beyond,
With no soul and no altar,
With no questions and no answers,
A moment embracing ETERNITY.
