diabolic

She walks on scarlet ground
Her moments drip into place
A light bending her meaning
The lies twisting her face...
 
Her sunflower facing the solar disk...
 
On a hemispheric sconce  
Sits her ever burning lamp
The trimed wick of thoughts
Will always scorch the inept...
 
The eternal fire within  
An unknown battle she makes
A collective mind we weave
The astral light she takes...
 
A peripheral shift in time mistake...
 
Shall the smelting unleash
A new soul in flight  
Or will the ritual release
Altar fire from solar light...
 
The tale of inner workings
The clock turns the wall
A sun slant of bending glass
The night lights the hall...
 
A Gordian knot we tie
The forgotten line to say
With a esoteric rhyme
Our heart will always chase...
 
We then forget our part
In the world tale we read
A red booknote we waste
To mark the inner beast...