I adore grey troubadour, Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all?
Grave robber, brave Robert, sometimes I wonder why I ever jumped in?
I did not fall. They fell for me. They chose the fall. They followed me.
I will rise, I stand with them. The grave digger’s chant, we rise again.
I sailed upon a burning ship that held the mother lode.
We worked the winds, and churned the seas to direct the rivers course.
I see the light, the time is nigh to bring the end times on these spirits of resistence.
Baratheon, I’m ready. Blade my cerebellum. Bade the rivers run red.
For ours is the growing fury: strong, unbroken and unbent.
Mars, Venus and Mercury. My body, my heart, my brain.
Tommy Oliver, the green dragon held his head up high. The white tiger kept watch for the snow.
Kimberly Hart, the pteradactyl pink acrobat send out her call from the south east quadrant of the globe.
Billy Cranston, the brains of the blue bloods. The trihorned intellectual inventor willed the mind of Alpha Zebulon 5.
The lady stands between two pillars, her visage strangely familiar. The sun at her back, the fading light illuminates her hair, framing her face with both shadow and light.
A shadowy figure approaches her from behind. A shining blade, flash of blind white, the blackness gives way to stars – fuzzy. Undefined. Anonymous sharp smile.
Sand of the hourglass counting each grain
The caduceous heals and anneals the southern Phoenix.
Oh joyous one, be now joined as one. When three the sum twolight and won.
The queen of the known realms waits for you on the western horizon.
Swan song singer and dancer, dream this next passenger a vessel carrier. Shhh… I lift your head to lay on my lap, and caress your hair. Shhh… it will be fine soon.
You’ve lost your way. But that’s okay. I know these backdoor secret passage hacks like I know the source of your pain. I’m sure we can sneak you back into your specific matrix and divert some vox nihili, restitutio ad integrum.
We lay here between these two pillars of the high priestess, stationed behind this veil of the moon. The elephant should remember, go back to the Egypt and ask Ptah about it.