4 Moons Till Rising - Satariel

The soil dissolve, the sky is bleeding

Words remain, but frozen unspeakable

Lying unable to move

Even my tears fail to come

Not am I wake

Nor sleeping, but nearly dead

Though I sense light before me

I can not see it with my eyes

As if through darkened glass I saw

Staring at a scene of never changing meaning

Four moons till rising again

An etenity it seems

Tomorrow — Will it ever be?

Back and forth I dream as here lie as buried

The eight-angled star — shine for me

Light my path and make me feel again

Drag me throughout the Absu