Transmigration of Sorcery
I saw a high tower, in the distance...
Down the roadway that never ends.
Black as deep ebony it rose to greet,
The sharp horns of the crescent moon.
Worlds spinning, red doors opening!
One was with me, only by chance...
We were far more than any friends,
Climbing the tower, our fate to meet.
One final magic, and one last swoon!
Before the final ending of everything.
Together bound, though not by blood,
Another kind of crimson held us firm.
A sister's anger, a horn sounded loud!
Before we knew the longest twilight...
The worlds were witness to our dying.
Now nobody is left to walk that road,
As thunder proclaims, a rising storm.
Our spirits restless and fiercely proud!
They would return, from arid blight...
When eons passed, hot winds sighing.
In other shapes, in suits of new skin,
With other faces we would live on.
Beyond the horn's call that heralded,
The ending of an age of splendors...
Tearing aside that tower's illusions!
The path to that place, exists within,
Beneath a sky with a desert's hot sun.
All occurs as fate ever commanded,
Bringing to my eyes fresh wonders...
And an ending to fading confusions!
Call the storms, black candles shine,
In mimicry of the stars of that place!
All things come full circle at the last.
A transmigration woven with an art!
Beyond the scope of that spire's eye.
We live forever, in forms undying...
Walking with a darker kind of grace.
Free from the pains of a distant past,
Our sorcery granted us the best part!
We only need to embrace, not deny.
It is horror and pleasure to remember,
Glimpses of a past none can change.
While in visions I let myself lumber,
Back to that tower haunting strange.