Open The Gates

Onward, onward me stride, into antoher existance
The past lay behind lake an everdarkning dream
Not yet to claim, not yet fallen into oblivion

Trapped in sophisticated eleggs
Doomed to live in shadows of an inner self
The abhorrent one

A billow of creation mention to come forth
Ache with doubt
Resurgence of the old
Spirits retain their mortal blood

Mistaken belief
The firstborn souls become one with the deathless
The secondborn pass

On a divine wind, crowned with strom
Above the mists of the world, where we fall like rain
I pass the gate