Bird of Passage
Incantations fly across a lamentation sky. Atamira, an ancient stage. Theatre of the night goddess. From obsidian eyes flare the light of decomposition. Spirit fleeing a terminal cycle, body loved by black fire and endless dark. A burial platform, perched high like an owl calling unrecognisable names.
Bird of passage, a lifetime you have pulled me from my body. Brought me here to contemplate silence and dark kindness. Burial companion, surround me with the songs of the living and let me glimpse for a brief moment, the afterlife.
Bird of passage, a lifetime you have pulled me from my body. Brought me here to contemplate silence and dark kindness. Burial companion, surround me with the songs of the living and let me glimpse for a brief moment, the afterlife.
