the Fountain

I

Am

Now

Just

Quiet

Sifting

Stillness

Singing In gentle waves

Thoughts drift like clouds

Silent rivers rolling on calmly

Stars glisten on endless grace

Vision linger in the quiet of dusk

Dreams drift across evening skies

Whispering voices gather a slumber 

The night wings glide mute into morn

-Hermit King-

For Aim the Flame

Whirlwind Finale

\If you Fear the Lord my God/

\Be Thee Terrified to Lose/

\Not High Incineration/

\Just Your Vanished/

\Rights to Choose/

\Looking to Win/

\Takes a Spin/

\And Begin/

      \Within/      

\From/

\Sin/

\¤/

-Hermit King-