Past the visceral alter of chaos
Her eyes are the Ourania globes of beauty
Where moons and Saturn rings motion
Orbiting above the gossanous clouds
Where the drone of infinity whispers
And the night hawks of the universe soar
Reaching across the heavenly gardens
Your feathered wing floats upon festive songs
Embroidered by the vitreous stars of light
Oh sweetest mother of musical nectar
Illuming her breast divining canorous gifts
Inspirations songtress offers the banquets of her soul
Beneath the Gold and Violet Crowns of Mousai…
living inside the voices of eternality, the wind carries the souls of the bardic muses into the ovate visionaries. The druidical thoughts of the marrows echo as the calamity howler rises to the moon.
Knowing the compass of time buries deep within the edge of infinity; Birthing inside divination unto the seeress of th e sacred forest where the limbs whisper to the trees growing
with runic truth...