Tulgian Sent

I release these dreams unto the night

Let them run, on wings of wind take flight

Let them gather unto those minds asleep

Let them bring the image to the places deep

For wrought with fire are these ancient devices

That run with desire according to my vices

And now when the boiling draws nigh to the faces

Let them in their beds of satin and laces

Be visited by the phatom of my derision

And taste of the river of my decisions

For as the ones speak now through vessel unbroken

Let them heed the fires that I have spoken

And walk in the wheel of the path I have shaped

And tast of the fruit of desire and hate

And with eyes now turning let hearts be in twain

Desiring all that this love has to gain

For selfish are hearts when caught in the fire

And blind are the eyes that drown in desire