Exuvia

The forests of earth should not frighten me

But o Mother Gaea, what is this light?

Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils!

Through feculent warmth

I creep on ancient soil

Recollection so vivid

Let me chant in intoxication...

I shall rest here forevermore

Gaia speaks:

"...and what if I told you

That we've been on a glade here

And the grim trees ahead

Are none of my creatures

And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun

And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava

...would your eyes turn cloudy?"