I Trek the Death

I trek the death, alive the blood, a frantic heart, a tribal drum.
And shaman flight, the breath of bone, the birth of ghosts, a
Psychic zone. And sky to fall, alight the soul, a whiff of
Myrrh, a fallen scroll. My pain to earth, a mortal dread, a
Spirit scar, amidst the dead. And vicious plight, an adder’s
Web, a hectic night, the psyche bled. For depth the soul, the
Love of ought, a thirst for good, a vision fraught. And sullen
Star, the rise of love, a mystic wand, a cultic flood.

I trek the death, alive the blood, a frantic heart, a tribal drum.
And zenic flight, a chill aflare, a relic tress, the voice of air.
And river flame, an unction rare, atop the soul, a garden
Prayer. For depth the call, the fate of grief, a chalice gold,
The reign of peace. And sullen star, the rise of love, a
Mystic wand, a cultic flood.