Wayfarer with the LordAimlessly I was sauntered.
A God walked towards to me.
Was like a kind of the man.
We greeted, we still talked.
He was a hoary, of course.
Time and soulOther age, other space.
Much space, few time.
Many eyes, all blind.
Many voices, one ear, deaf as well.
One manhole, one sweep.
Wind cough, man sneezing.
Heat a sweep in winter cold.
Many voices, all harshes.
Other day, fresh spell.
High fancy, few day.
Eloharium GodsGods on mountains take a decisions,
lavish more for whom abase to pray.
Go down in era of Celestial Kings,
quavery Earth then save up own tribute.
Fairy tale ForestsLiving forests and mermaidly sea,
always there something happen.
Deep silence and beat of heart.
Feat on heart and creepy violence
is scraped on bark with bloody nail.