Spinning Eight
21 May 2016
Sacred blood
Diluted in her
Glory’s tides
Closed caskets
They carry gold in baskets
Redemption her weight
Heavy stance
Her destined measure
Royals pay
Bleak treasure
Son daughter and the unborn
Their tribute forlorn
The kings walk
Following North Star
Polar talks
Opposite
Spun out of control we are
Twined in other side
Night-clad ride
The bosom silent
The eyes keen
Frame unseen
They hurry towards deserts
Where sands recount Time
They await
His eyes his passion
She watches
Unmoved mind
Only Heart in compassion
Appearance deceives
He grieves
Locked within remnants
Star born creed
Heaven’s leaves
Lost each of his descendants
Sacrificial greed
In her eyes
He distills waters
Their hearts beat
Unison
She picks up as he falters
Twined are their spirits
Spinning eight
Infinity’s Tale
Unborn male
Now female
Gods and Demons laughing fail
To explain the joke
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