AMARANTHINE [better an apocalypse]

Deep in the ground, I am breathing
Tendons extending to the molten core of the earth like roots
Your amaranthine gaze falls upon me

Time and space freeze and spontaneously bloom
The finest light could never reveal the softness
With which you hold me
Better a symphony, better an apocalypse
Better an apocalypse

And he floats above the earth, a spectre
Soil to dust and roots to ash
Destroy, divine destroyer!
Destroy, divine destroyer!
Destroy, oh, destroy!

The seasons shift with the angle of your glance
Laws of nature rendered frozen in your path
From where have you come?
You ruin us with dearth and famine
Yet you cradle us like a child
More than anything else that lives and breathes and calls our name
Patron saint of the void
Oh terror! Oh exuvium!