Hermetic,

As the seals of stardust 

That guard the light of the past


A fire,

That has never ceased,

To engulf the darkness. 


A violet void,

Guarded by serpents

These traps of sharp teeth

And viscous skin


As treacherous as nature

When moonlight shines

The tongues of grass 

wet my feet, 


but dry is my hair

As the air of Damascus.

In the sword that I wield

Between my lips.


It hides the stories,

Which we can now see

But disappeared

Amongst the emptiness


Of those souls 

for gold we sold,

As time was sand 

between our hands.


We abandoned echoes of light

For glimpses of honey

In the shape of bars.