The eagle of time
Looks away from
The bitter truth
Of agony hunger
Sickness separation
Exile loss and the
Sound of moaning
While you bare
Lost along life paths
Full of thorns boxthorns
The mirrors of your
Heart are about
To shatter
Your pain is an
Ancient pain etched
Upon the mirrors
Of your heart at
Moments of your
Birth leave your
Los and your pain
And search for
Agate shadows
To shield your soul
From sands winds
And storms
