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Frigid complexion

Sheltered away by the consuming mask of the night

Look to the light

Shining features, gentle acid gaze

Drill into the oil black

Reveal the seeds that never saw the day

If fields of wheat have contempt for flowers,

If the crescent moon says "brutish sun!"

Then savages will stand in awe tonight

In opposite chairs and opposite brains

How they resemble Yin and Yang

The vampire says, "Hello, victim, won't you have a seat?"

Two titans are the grid of space

Their muscles almost able to advance

Almost able to distinguish the source of light

Pupeteering each other by the face

With a sweat-bodied, vein-headed dance

Rampart to rampart

Hammers travel highways

From pupil to pupil a dialogue commences…

"I am the manifestation of realism amidst romanticism"

"I am the manifestation of contentment amidst desire"

"I am the manifestation of evolution amidst circularity"

"I am the manifestation of defeat amidst god-like pride"

"I am the manifestation of solidity amidst eternal life"

Each moss fleshed skeleton at the foot of the ash grove

Once separate entities

Now the same dead collective

Lying in desperate parallel poses

Each a ghost's heartbeat away from the inevitable lunge

To smash the other's bone licked free of flesh from under Yggdrasil's mother shadow

With hollowed, empty eyes do they declare,

"Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

I turn skin to cellophane

And burn away armor like silk

I smoke devils out of caverns

And leave my form in steel pneumatics

I see the invisible

And give voice to the voiceless

The low man and the conqueror

The skin of one will darken like the other

This narrator asks you,

What are your shines but shadows?

Your skull a stepping stone,

And your feet but a war machine?

Turn your anima to echoes

Turn your spears to ravens and watch them fly away

Turn your anima to echoes

Turn your spears to ravens and watch them fly away