To Flames the Flesh

A seed sown by the hand of the stars
fallen into the soil raked by the Moon
destined to rise like others before
to reach heavenwards from this earthly womb

With a femur from the corpse of the Sun
time strikes the harvest drum

A tree grown by the light of the stars
fallen onto the soil graced by the Moon
bound to dissolve like others before
to link with its kin through this earthly tomb

Writ in blood and edged in stone
is the solemn song of silent crows

Swathe my flesh in the blackest satin
adorned with the spells we've shared
lay me down on a bed of branches
and let the flames strike high!

When at last I wake up to greet
the horizons of blazing red
arms no longer extend from me
but a pair of golden wings instead