Apogee - Dirge

The light extends

Wings outstretched

Climbs within then shines

Forth from depths

Thousand hands

Slice the electric air

Catch my fists

Lift me up along dazzling glare

Dust storm flows

Through sandman’s claws

Body, hovering

Into deep black stream

These giddy stairs

Twist and turn

Stroke the moon

As stars crash and burn

Raise me up

Higher and higher

From this glass cage

To the promise of slumber

Sandstorm blows

Around the gallows

The cage is in pieces

Shards of smothered screams

Scars of amber gleams

And light is growing dim

And light is growing dim