by Nick Gisburne
I cast the bones, the runes, around my feet
My careful calculations are precise
A pounding of the heart, of every beat
Compels my soul to venture into vice
In whispered, cryptic mysteries, I speak
A cypher, tuned to touch the carnal plane
Illusion cloaks the shadowland I seek
A world of dreams, beyond a world of pain
I penetrate the soft and subtle space
And feel the flame, the wonder, warm, within
But I have come to drain this poisoned place
To smother every sign of shame and sin
Yet here the heat is primal, savage, strong
And I am burning, lost, where I belong
