anguish steps forefront to eye,
the deepening shadow's commandinglie,
molding clay into dragon scales,
we join hands as the light fails.
Circled around the dying fire tonight,
ancient knowledge flickers in the faltering light,
coaxed out into formless words,
passed on to life by the aberrant birds.
Stranger still, the ones below,
skyclad skin of sweating snow,
murmuring chants in ancient song,
muscles bulging, flaccidly strong.
west wind come to me,
with the power of intuition to see,
beyond the veil of ashen stone,
through reality's illusionry zone.