Three Insights

Behold the lines of faded legacy
Behold the lure of false integrity

May your body be held as church
Linking sanctuary of mind
To birth memory in urge
Teething on your hearts golden shine

Behold the dreary glare of consequence
Behold the deepest gallows in essence

Before your bridge crosses over
Intersect the ledge and return
Endure your failures hereafter
Gliding seamless like a winged wyrm

Behold the fissure of lost potential
Behold those serpent fields celestial

Rage against the onyx black sea
Wear its stains as your own weapon
Stay your hand as the lust recedes
Blessed be the hilt scorned by passion

May your cup become ever full once more
Adorned with stars your road to your shore.