The Time Spool - Grenouer

Down and round and down and round

Fervor blends with minds

Keen-set mood, resurgent hopes

Spirit’s striving higher

Shut up in the grave

Malice, gall, dismay

Store equilibrium in sinister confidence

Trial

Look about, portal under lock

Shades flitting by lotus-eater

Signs on the wall, dim candlelights

Cloaks, hardly seen meager faces

Time lingers long

Dust, pallid must

A will to receive comprehension

Mist, heart of stone, dark, I’m alone

Task, gird yourself — croaking whisper

The Sun is chasing folks on Earth

Subterranean shelter

Hermits learn to apprehend reconnaissance stupor

Tribulation

Hands feeding them

Thoughts stuffing them

Guards are watching over humble valets

Knell is revealed, sooth is concealed

Deft and adroit or deception

Haul flashing me, soul pleading me

Blood is waking me — pulsive instincts

I’d go away road and depraved

Niche of some hope, consolation

Posthumous reflections of life

Resistance of nothing to die

Tempter fate reverted disasters

Ventured passions of tremulous prologue

Utmost veto, waiting scaffold

The twinge of coma, vanishing moan

Spinning rolling bloody spool

Time is fraudulent

We are carried to the point running through the debts of bliss

Leave the payment — your body and soul