By Silent Wings - Skepticism

Nowhere - Skepticism If here once was a shore It has gone nowhere Further away black islands, rose The bay is calm approach close Distant Nowhere Forest on fire

The Raven and the Backward Funeral - Skepticism Led somewhere The path before me Turning around Numb fingers Fell up on my feet I was awaken Sinking deeper Fill

Shred of Light, Pinch of Endless -Skepticism After a time in depths There is a crack in the pressure These shreds of light Just a rope around my neck There days

Covered with sweat darkness anxiety to complete This is the red desert Sparks transforming to artifacts Air seems thick colours paint like Completely torn All i

Nothing - Skepticism Slowly Came to stand still Joyrney Reached the end Here Is Nothing To be found Came all the way To Find Nothing Nothing Nothing...

The Organium - Skepticism First stairs down The galleries of chaos Organized structure A hall of Sweet images Smooth marble The huge pipes Of Organ metal Blew s

The Falls - Skepticism The first spring gliding Through the woods of velvet Wanderer still And the road moving The second spring falling Down the rough face of

The Darkness plain and fertile A breeze flame scented and warm Would set a forceful glow Sparks from the anvil As high as a throne Hammers from heights Brows wi

The edge of a forest went shallow in twilight The edge of a blade drew a line with a clue The edge of a cliff to sharp for crossing The edge of the world still