Rift

Cosmic machine, drifts in blackened seas Gifted a lethal touch The red giants debris The antonym to its past Where death is beauty and life gleams A denial of an absence This vacuity An oblivion with no release Warden of light Mislead to strife An iris in the sky Swallow Rebellious to its life The spawn of new creation Resurface truths, old temptations Shape the pictures that please Chains rattle like knives So dark, and cold Our fragile lives This final growl A primal prowl Bone on bone grinding into powder Erase our gift, of mortality Warden of light Mislead to strife An iris in the sky Swallow