Urn, Pt. I: And Within the Void We Are Breathless

Nebulous skin of change reflecting

Seething dead eyes

Drowning within two black mirrors

The writhe of our stained-glass angels

Diaphanous

Pale tongues upon our spines

Behold, star-crossed, moribund

Fleeting, the fall... to our funeral

As moths' bleed from our wounds of faith, all light wanes

And upon our open palms are dreams of ash and ember

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure

And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

A crown of coal-black eyes, tendrils of shadow

Breathless, beloved, godless... we are home

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure

And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

And within the void we are breathless

We are breathless

Breathless

Breathless