By light of day
do I come forth,
heading South now,
into darkness.
The flame I bear,
come from the North,
to light the pyre,
to burn the carcass.
From under the biers,
scurry the vermin.
thus began the midnight sermon.
In the beginning
was the dream,
in which we heard,
Creator's word.
Spoke of flapping
rainbow wings,
upon a flying serpent bird.
Thoughts consumed,
with wanting more,
it earned the name, Excelsior.
It soared the heights,
with reckless delight,
rainbow fading from our sight,
with the Sun
so close,...