A Presage

Call off the light
Call sign for trouble

Drum up a thicket
To brace us for the dark

The way each sickle swings
Sprout, decay
Seek symbols - something

Find second sight
Brave surrender

Root out nitrogen
But hold out for something more clarion

To waste!

No painter's eye
Will amplify

Skyward dive

Burn off the filth
And jump into something more explosive
Pick from its sack

Lie under perpetual trees

Blood red skies There find arbors to hang your clover

Unchained, bring me that dream Open
Approaching new heights, dimensions Open

A city
Grows

A presage
Seals

Heed from
Poise

With no sign, no respite
No way to frame
Omens fall
Exacting tolls (Flicker for something more)

So don't speak
A word
Of failing vision
Always
Undone but
Time's running out beyond the
Doorway
And you're not coming down
For nothing

Doorway to empty grounds
Wear this crown

Drenched in arcana

Bestride whole
Oaks and dead rivers -
This is all the sun saw

Though such throng reeks of evil
So it's sowing the makeup of sordid ghosts

Where grass won't grow
Duress won't know of the changing of seasons

Where grass won't grow
Duress won't know of the changing

Where grass won't grow
Giant's tales won't speak of the unholy beatdown

Light, sound
Endless arbor
Stillness
Wreaths glow in secret forests
Gather