They say it rains in circles
the darkness is all
coming down
black snow
the goddess
is a statue
cold
made of ice
the fire of the stars
is far away
I live in a land
far underneath
the underworld
where demons
fear to tread
and the devil
trembling
refuses to
tresspass
this place
is where all solid
things lay
the broken sea
and unearthly
souls
of more than dammed
men
live beside
the flowering artifice
of scupltural
shades
green and golden
mixed with the blood
of my body as the stars
pierce my bones...