Mired - Forest Stream

A pale cold haze by stealth conceals the path

As lurking shade transforms the day so fast

Rich colors fall against the bleak decay

Am I the one to pass these waters longing

For their living prey?

All where I can turn my look is a reign of Mire

I cry out but echoes die unborn

The dismal life of the Mighty Bogs

Shall go on undisturbed at all…

Perceive the stuffiness, the swamp’s breathing hard

Digesting dreams of those who’re now its part

Who’ve been sucked in or maybe jumped themselves

They cheat all deaths and never die being dead

Let woken be those whose time has passed

And the blessed get dressed in their newer flesh

Then come to soak my fury up and join

To free our world from meanness

No matter those who’re telling you

There’s nothing to be awake for

The Mire is enormous but not endless

As it’s born grace

And I’ve been aged to find them

I’ve spent all my life

Searching for finally succeeded

Yet after all I’ve been through

It seems to me that I am the only one

Who dares to know

…I find the way out…

Hear me call from the other side

Of the deadly mire’s halls

See I could pass them through

And some other will if he wants

And all those who were killing me

For billion poignant times

Failed again… yet my stars rise to shine

For the last time in these skies…