Skyward down

I heard him speak in a scorching tongue
It was an ancient language spoken by the serpent's son
Conceived of glowing embers when the earth begun

By the time he came of age he would plunder the sky
snatching stars out of alignment
Redefining constellations blazing tendrils in his wake

Weaving the scriptures of infinity into unchaste sonnets

But the prophecy promised atonement
Dwelling in squalor was the son of an omen
Sulfur in his breath with the posture of Odin
Boulders of stone were his shoulder's adornment

HIs will was a mountain against the unrelenting force of the ocean
With one step toward the horizon he set war into motion
The evil was mighty but the opposition was potent
Swinging swords sending souls into convulsion

They opened a chasm distorting the cosmos
Bending rays of light into prisms casting a fiery Picasso
In this acrylic space an abysmal implosion
Fragmented and digested for the pagans devotion

The Sages revolted
the Seers consulted
the pages of the ages when the seas were molted
For the wisdom they sought
but the ism they inhaled wasn't the answer they thought

Everything was nothing and somethings were all
Sometimes rising was the greatest reason to fall
We exist to cease and being extinguished we give life
All while dancing with shadows
in a symphony of darkness and light