Tides of glass, return to ash.
In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun.
Shadows cast in wake of the past.
Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light.
Crawling underneath our feet,
a river running black and green
from the heart of the gallows tree,
where the future and our fate
will bleed into the world below.
Stone to bear the mountain stairs.
where
weaving
unsee
under
hands
mountain
clouds
green
fates
underneath
heart
gallows
sight
falling
earth
divide
night
crawling
black
devils
action
dance
below
despair
light
follow
things
patterns
reaching
river
result
stole
rising
future
running
bleed
brings
tides
shadows
snakes
spinning
glass
knees
stare
world
stairs
stone
tears
return
threads
three
truth
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