(How not to) perceive those powerful angels
For they are real, and so precisely they land
As their reflections lie so indulging in this darkness
Deprived of the ether, evolving endlessly
In this, mesmerising journey
Where profound visions are lost
Transformation...
To a beast alone fighting the frost
Awaken...into the moonless sea
Obliterating your vexations
Shattering, crushing...decaying
It’s an endless ritual starring your afflictions
A half-written novel for those autumns of conviction
A deformed face of reality when tainted by lies
It’s the yearning of the destiny when saviours close their eyes