AM-BRAE-IE-US
High above in the blue expanse, where the heaven's thirteenth hour runs
Just a little to the left, where all mystics try to do their best
A million times the measured mile, bitter weeping rivers run on high
I am called a weeping might, who stands within the command of all times
Giant waves of cries and pain from a child, the mortal sin left those scars
All phantom shapes to hunt their game, to create the new maim
Ambraeieus is my name, the bitter star of wailing blame, of shame
The worm who chews the wood, throwing soot into the old vessel's root
Little souls I hold , mortals I am told, men's neglect, the imperfect
I am the heartbeat of no name, the unborn, the unwanted, time is to
blame
What have men done to the lambs of life, the little carriers of time
With every blink of time a lamb falls, a second sold, the darkness crawls
I cry for you all my babies, I have seen the coming of the new day
There are so many, many maybe's, destiny has no place for you to stay
My breath is beating against the winds, dark powers striving to win
The vipers of grim changed directions, with the sword's perfection
Wake the cities, open all portals, tell all mortals
The song they play knows of no pity, love itself is hollow, is brittle
Too many dark mentors find their way, so gently into the heart's temple
I cry for you oh my babies, destiny has no place for you to stay
Oh how I pleas for all life's seeds, through the numerous maybe's beats
I will hold destiny within an angry bow, so all of you can grow
If there is just one mortal soul, who holds the song for all in full
Love itself will step through time, to fight a battle the lasting kind
When tomorrow comes the strangers will step forward to hold time's new song
Even if love itself has to drag it's rags, it's wounds, it 's dying moans
Immortals will rise to give a hand, for the mortal lambs to make a stand
To find love itself will never die, it will carry all breaths of life
I cry for you oh my babies, I have seen the coming of the new day
There are so many, many maybe's destiny has no place of you to stay
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| The Waltz of Sest-Thar-Mar I thought you were my lucky star, among all those way up thar
The mortal void the mortal choice, Appolo's songs the leaning hoist
Them thar hills are way too high, for a son of time to climb to find
All lies within the crimson might, driven by the bleeding coin of time
The agony of past mortality, are cold diamonds in the midst of reality
Oh my darling can't you see all lesser stars how they flee, how could it
be?
They sway away they fade away, the whispering night is their disarray
The eye of life closed it's sight not to see the mortal heart when it cries
Many teardrops fall the shield the pain, life's journey what a cruel game
Dreams hide from the scars of denial, gods despise the fallen hours of time
Please be there please do care, you are the star of today's beware
The one which shines into a time, with a song the perpetual kind
When dark immortals do deny driving the fiercest storms into a life
Behold the mighty sea of time will harvest each magnificent beam of light
So light your lamp to give light to life, don't let the midnight hours
drive
And when the candles do go out, immortals pout immortals shout
Standing there on the shores of time, with their swords the flaming kind
With breaths of life in pairs, for all life itself to fear
Surely you are now to see, golden locks which fall like streams
Onto the stars of destiny, their shadows falling into the depths to be
The light which falls onto unknown steps, sweeps into the secret river's web
Through time's cavern they flee, into the begun which only kneels
The sunless sea lies there below, filled with the precious jewels of a
crown
Sons and daughters of mortal men which fell through time's own created hell
So please be there please do care, you are the star of SEST-THAR-MAR
The one who stand way up thar, above them, thar hills, of the not care.
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| The Celestial Orsal
I.
I once had a dream I was walking within, only to see to be.
In a land far away which lies in a seam, the mother earth's dreaming twin,
Where the waters are sweet and the children never sleep.
Skies roaring, clouds moaning from the weight of a thousand trembling feet
To hold the vessel, The Celestial Orsal, sons and daughters of mortals.
Locks of flaming red hair, feet, vessel and clouds into the basin, the river's mouth.
The cradle of life, the giver of life, a giant Traeolaetieus Design.
Voices of laughter, glistening eyes, smiles from the children of time,
All stepping into the blossoms of white, petals so soft, so large, so alive.
Ten children it held, one hundred blossoms set sail into the river's might.
Into another realm of life, the mother earth's weeping but silent eye.
Voices of anger, the swords of the mangler carved their maker, evil's charter.
There one stood, his flaming sword was leaking fresh blood, he was yelling,
Stop, children of a crown, do not enter, I am the Pendant, the black mentor,
Do not cross the forbidden center or one will pay tender, all will render.
In silence they moved, all blossoms, all feet, yet they wore no shoes.
Children so little, so fragile, so brittle, moving into the center's middle.
II.
The halls of time, a giant design, it lies within the open eye,
The silence within is a horrible grin, it was driven in.
There on time's shores the waters of life are bitter, they only jitter.
The design itself, a half moon the below, then a thousand stone steps to go
Right into a portal of time, a realm of life, the mortal site?
Bitter waters flow down those many stairs into the trembling below.
As if by unseen hands, the upper stair raised to a pair of lips,
To spit out trash which was a gift, unwanted lambs aborted, the mortal riff.
Bitter waters pushed forth over the many stairs the unwanted lambs so bare.
The silence set free a horrible cry, giant tear drops falling from the sky,
What have mortals done to the gift of life, what was left, a horror site.
Out of the center's middle, the below, like silent shadows they grow,
Sons and daughters of a crown, so little, gathering fallen pebbles so brittle.
Children draped in garments of The Light, oh how they reached, the cried.
Giant blossoms all in white, filled with the unwanted lambs of time,
Each pebble a child, each pair of hands so warm to hold the mortal lambs.
Oh how they moved back and forth, sons and daughters of a crown
The bitter waters of life held their pain, little children became lame.
A voice so strong, The Traeolaetieus Song, gave command for all to return.
Onto the shores, the seam which lies in between the river's mold, it screamed.
My feet went up those one thousand stairs so old, so brittle, so bare.
The bitter waters had a pushing weight, a million tears, the fallen fate.
The burning pain knew of no stay, they were multiplied by each stair's gain.
The portal of time opened wide, and in it stood the butchers of all times.
Mortals and immortals alike, who were summoned by the vengeance might
Pointing toward the new faith, where justice was held in a mind's wait.
Of the come hither yell, time's new fitter, where love itself turns so bitter.
Lord have mercy on us, the new weapon of neglect so perfect, a womb's reject,
To overpower all Gods, all laws, all commands, the mortal defect.
Each aborted pebble a bleeding well coming through the mouth of mortal hell.
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