GOD SAVE ME

In the heart of a distant galaxy, The melancholia of peace envelops me, It dances like a flower in the wind And sings like the Morning Star. Shall I dare touch it?

Named a divine child by a star, the once-nameless child grew in magnitude. But at the No of the Father, his spark became silence and the stars opened up his eyes.

At the museum of silence, the initiate calls upon his muse, for the sages shall have revealed:none may delve into the Sun without first offering his own Heart as a manuscript of incandescent verse.

Until the Girl in the White Dress Became a Seed herself. No longer vessel, But origin.

One, two, ahoy we sail! Two, three, the Hero and the Maid Three, four, into the belly of the beast Four, five, all light snuffed out Five, six … and darkness cometh, and darkness groweth Six, the valiant Voyager sobs