VII. Visionary

Over windswept fields
Ashes swirl
In painted clouds
Whose verse fills the air

Hearts torn, lost but free
Death's knells have grown deafening
Let them ring!

Through life love libertad

Our fractured limbs
The wars we live
Our petals stripped
The wounds we trench
Our emptiness

Haunted hands bolt
Shut the storm door
As the world spins down
The sun's corridor

Flames rise
As we move closer

All stories crash down
When the roof caves in

Sing the sweet sorrow
To the final hour, breath and day
To the midnight sun
Whose light sets and fades
Final hour breath and day