We will awake from slumber
We build our homes in silence
We structure our existence
We will not compromise our captive minds
We are exposed

At the eye of the tempest
The Earth’s womb cultivates
Witness the discord
At this maelstrom’s walls

Faint, sublime, overpowered,
The tempest beckons me
Chaos below the crest,
The tempest threatens me

Within chanting waters
Twilight clutches dawn
Tears the light from in her
Within chanting waters
Night parades his song
Etches devastation

Our home, a table for the feast
We will not stand idle and fall
So we must
Turn tail
And flee
To the depths

She chants. Her body sings in distant waves
These hours consume my breath, I lie in wait

Warmth of light dismissed here,
So far from the sky
My existence remiss, I dive to the floor
And find heat and a serenity
Among the ashes of the ancient ones
Ours will be the glow
That bathes these silent waters