Start to listen deep within

The roaring rumble of soul’s awake

It speaks a language you will know

If you can hear, the tone is played



A wandering star it does appear

Go through the blue one never fear

The Rock will block a surging sea

The greed will be in need indeed.



The red ones they will try to spy

And slither here and there no spare

Their scales are littered everywhere

It’s money, wars and weapons dare



If demons speak of peaks so chic

It’s not the shakes that bake the cake

A stone to tone, a spear to sear

An ark to spark the flame of blame



Heed not the rot the gray tots trot

Nor glowing floating showing brought

Our eyes belie a tie that binds

Our souls the ghouls would find our minds



Measure, pleasure, treasure dance

Faker makers spake the trance

Moldy gold that holds a lock

No key to see or free the flock



The Voice it speaks of tunnels deep

Where powers sleep and dreamers weep

Its treasures beneath pleasures sigh

For love’s the reason angels fly



I wonder if the mortals know

Their lives are portals, yonder go

Apart from starts that wander fro

They can be man and plan to grow



For lovers true the Way is blue

If tremors shake than murmurs wake

A beat that lay asleep within

A peace to play a part so slim



If we’re to hear the tears of Seers,

The grave must save so He forgave.

Fear not, it’s just the end of days

For unjust benders of the Way.