The thunder has fiercely struck our house…
Left me a thirsty fire with desire to strike…
The flower dies as my bones with pain ache…
The fire grows as my body lies wrapped in your clothes…
Swift and shameless were their blows…
The oak tree has now passed to history…
It’s spirit now contemplates from the skies…
Where are you now oak tree, I can’t read the signs…
Yet I feel your presence through the days and nights…
The oak tree is death, how swift was his time…
The spider remains trying to be hidden…
But I can see its path as it slowly climbs….
The bed no longer cold and empty…
So soon your roots were forgotten…
Their laughter kept hidden behind noise chimes…
The oak tree is gone and with it it’s song…
Before its time it was ripped…
Now all there is left is an empty cold wall…
And a new family of shadows took place in your abode…
House of crows where only one of them is pure…
They fed you an undercooked reality…
Where only flowers of evil grew…
“ego te absolvo” certainly not!…
Poor little me, I knew it was not all our faults…
For peace was made between you and I both…
An impeccable portrait was painted for you…
Your eyelids close shut by rotten honey…
Keeping the darkness at bay…
A distance was created between your soul and mine…
Oh your then nausea is now all mine…
The colour of your blindness was never the colour of my eyes…
I saw beyond all the shadows and temptations…
Saw the thief’s footprints and their narrow heel…
Foreign music made you deaf to the sounds of my roars..
Then the lion turned to sheep, was separated and alone…
Hear the incarnation of my love you lion, you heavy oak tree..
Come try to play with my bones spider and you will see…
The oak tree’s shadows now covers all of me…
Here I am spider ready to be surprise…
I hear your steps a mile away trying to destroy like a plague…
Now the oak tree has gone to sleep in the sweet abyss..
Where it now can hear the music and see all colours…
The sweet abyss where time, silence, and dreams are mixed…
Until the awkward day of its awakening in the vast palm of God…
For you spider there will be no sweet abyss…
The loneliness, suffering and lies you imposed on others will be your rest…
For you spider there will be no great light…
The great door shut as the roaring fires consume you with sick delight…
Sleep is the great tree yet its roots continue to grow…
The lion no longer blind looks down through brand new eyes…
The beautiful cub still growing until the day comes to reunite…
Sing like a gentle bird dear lion…
Unhurried travel through the beautiful labyrinths of time…
Transformed you are now lion so breathe and sing..
You can be everywhere now, so spread your wings…
You are the sun, the sting of dawn…
You are the sea that kisses the mountains…
Enjoy the clarity of your dreams…
Until we meet again to become once more a team…

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