The Wind Stands Silent - Judas Iscariot

Overdue free-mason gathering

His eyes pale with anguish

His eyes blue and changing

Wander obscure in this forest

He found a monster

Born of his dire concentration

Rushed out like bulls on the mountain top

In torrents of mud

With eggs of unnatural premonition

Formed with hatching

Somehow down this hill

An enormous dried serpent

Scaled his poisonous hoard

Approach uneven to its knee

He sat at his dark lord

With the torrents he threw his fury on

Brave the conflict

Inner poison

And grate the jealousy

But the dark lord spoke up

Ever be to his poisonous rock

Then he polished his rim

Driving his kingdom apart

But even now a black can be heard

A poison rock’s place of silence

The eldest rocks of all

A little cloud is seen in the sand

And so it is through the death of the monster

Send its rocks swimming and it will drown

The black cloud in the birth of a new god

And so saying in torment to the world

He painted on his enormous rim

A circle of darkness

And fixed his sill