The False One's Vicious Dance
The muse descends again: The False One's Vicious Dance Hands shake and knees release For what’s at hand is far from peace Blood surges and voice cracks As darkness opens its first attacks Soul’s windows steal a glance At the false one’s vicious dance And yet soothing as a balm Is the Kingdom in its calm Though unions quickly shift At the sight of a divine rift Truth’s demise cannot begin If home is truly found within Sign in to see full entry.