Walkscapes

Reign of man Sculpted by the sunbeam Hideous transfiguration Of the primordial elements The fragile Permanence of life Has been stopped By the Floating miasma Thousands of monoliths Create a forest of shadows I escaped From those grey gates of dirt Of dirt Outside The borders The air Embraces my body Each fragment of this space Condenses nostalgia and wisdom Green maze The wind lash the leaves Of the ancestors And decode A metaphorical message Follow the voices Enigmatic sounds Blue halo Trace my My human condition The soul Like the river Escapes To its destiny These waters are sacred I offer my body as penance Each step walked will Be erased slowly Slowly! Burning clouds Announce the death Of the sun Summoning of Kon The black cold is relentless Everything loses its shape During the darkness of the night I stand alone In the medows Of the mountains Covered by the glaciar Mantle of the moon A dying light A moment of truth Burning clouds Announce the death Of the sun