Amaranth the Peddler - Kayo Dot

«A thunderbolt in the northern sky…

…and the roaring of a lion»

Swept up by the downy wings of angels

Made from a heaven-laden voice

I float with all the weight of ether

It pilots an aerie merchant ship

Across the phantasmagoric main

Courses waged by hermit to lonesome starry shoes

Bequeath their secret entryways

Lighthouses watch fervently the horizons of the soul

But Amaranth the peddler waxes poetic to Mnemosyne

His unmasked eyes deliver lunacy

It is a countless hour stealing further into landscapes seldom drawn

Even in a demon’s troubled head

He sells his wares to vampires

In bottles cork’d by woe

Dreams in liquid lift their eyes

To Morpheus enthroned

Upon a poppy field breathing

Slight all alone

Feather from a lofty wish

Fail on their own and fall wearily to Earth

A stirring by the nightstand causes the lamp to lift its voice

«Alack, a purloined dream

Again distills thy trembling eye!

What mystery remaineth ever so?

Amaranth, a curse doth write itself

Upon thy spectral frame

A thousand lives, a thousand days

Disgraceth thus thy name!»