It was here I was born
While the stars held their breaths
After ages of pseudo-presence


I climbed the final steps
Up from deep beneath the shores

Eieth no longer sleeping gal

Thus alive and the stillness

Only to be broken by whispers
Towards the moon


Bloodred from the Unborn Ones cries
That will not be silenced or rest
Forever more and awaken not


To paint in blanks or wither
Beauty blinding no more

than the whole is less now

We see clearly what was not there

The prey become predator
Slaughtering not raging blindly


Through tunnels of sorrow and lust
For solitude and peace of mind
Says it is time to unmask and face


Behind lines - that is