VII: The Descent

As I stand on the edge of the rising tide
I am overcome with beauty

There is a fleeting feeling that takes my legs
To fill my lungs with all of the world

Gulp by gulp the serpent dreams
To decimate my burning wings
Oh, how he effectively detaches my burning wings
With a faulty sense of valor

Lust in the molten soul, here in hell
Where the visions sing and the streets are paved in coal
I will see you through your feats
I will save you, a prodigy that's feeding
Withstanding bows of me

The breathing of the waves blocks out giant whispers
I can feel the trembling of the earth
In the way that she moves

"Rest in the folly", he said
Cross all of your fingers and weep on

Oh, how he effectively detaches my burning wings
With a faulty sense of valor
Cauterized with the poisoned in the deepest of boughs
I will stand proud by you
I will see you through your feats and I will help you grow