The rippling waves of high strings
The tones of violins echoing
Touching the marble of frozen clouds
The drones of identity
Pouring lines of a neon blue
Over my scarlet attire
Accepting my presence as one
Who knows the future isn't human
Striding forward in time
With every flight I rise
Chandeliers of the rich
Burning away an ancient world
The surfaces of the foyer
Glossed in gold
Melting the mountain peak
Of human evolution
Crystals cradling wine
Smite death as it nears
The odious souls uncaged
From the limits of life
Bleeding the white roots
Of a prodigious forest tree
To lead branches of time
The lunar limbs of prophecy
Guiding a surge of luminescence
Into the dreary craters
of eternal darkness
I stand in the instrument
Weaving souls into stars
Holding the inhibited universe
Within tainted palms
Caging a raven forest
Existence enslaved
The wrath of nihility
Lingering to engulf
everything