Sliding down the slope of desire,
Riding on the rope strung high,
Travel among the stars tonight.
The blur of my trail, lost to the wind,
Toward the fortress of treasures and sin,
Gasping for breath and feeling the cringe.
Daylight burns as time starts to fade,
The peers grown dim for shelter to stay,
Suddenly everything seems too late.
Drown in the darkness of shadow cast free,
Sailing the legends with gods at my feet,
A moment of glory for the serpent to bleed.
Feel the fire roar
Flames of the pour
The piercing floor
A knock at the door.
Time to give rise
To all I despise
A word to the wise
Watch were he lies
Too late to withdrawal from waves of the torch,
A soul is worn thin and the other is scorched,
Another step forward there’s surely a fort.
Blessed oasis to lessen the load,
At least a herdsman for direction to be shown,
Salvaged as wishes, dreamt tomorrow.
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