Black Spectrum

Approach of the cold wind, winter’s coming

Frostbitten hard soil under my shadow

Deep tracks in the snow, soon to be forgotten

The moonless night knows only a steel-like grip

Still is all, quiet loudness in self-absorbed absent

I know the Left Hand Path, away it leads

Few mortals have witnessed what I see before me

Deeper into the frozen wild The Way leads

Pressing on as my being transforms, numb and painless

Standing still, surrounded by pressing illuminated darkness

Senses reaching out, feeling my being drifting away

Nothing will ever be the same again, winter’s here to stay           

Words and past moments flashes before me, my being thinning

Worlds apart, no thin red line attached to reality now

I am seeing, no need to look

Have been trying to run for years, hiding in the shadows

Doing my best to become the ghost I was made to be

“Garden of your Beasts.‘Death is Death’, the rain will always keep coming, turning into snow. A worn brute of all forgotten men, he who died in combat. With only a lust filled imagination he conquered. So shun him, the harbinger of misanthropic deeds.”

Coming back out is not an option, knee high in blackened snow

Becoming one with the woods, seeing all, hearing all

Soaring sky high above, dreams and an endless search drifting

Small is the land where I stand, letting it all mean nothing

Slowly the rhythm of the spin coming into balance, harmony

Equable drifter tuning in, fading out while night shifting stance

Hold your head up, move on, a deeper perspective liberates you

> Lone is the cold > Be it > You fear not > Tranquility awaits > Freeze > Become non <