As I sang my last breath, to sit in the golden chair,
Winds of sounds, I sang loud, but only whispers were found,
Beyond the room, behind the parellell wall,
The tree swayed through windows, the black cats tail would flinch,
And by strands of white light, there leaked shadows that glimpsed,
In walls of rustic brick, victorian iron screeched,
.....
Rare songs of golden coal, travel to warm your hidden sight,
While through beyond, between, familiar hearts tears fall,
.....
Surely, again, I died, sitting still in my homes throne,
Winds of sounds I sang loud, but only whispers were found,
Beyond the room, behind the parellell wall,
Fallen warm tears, as I reach to find what's lost,
My Ophryon lights grace, as I find the scripts of losts wrongs,
Shining mahogany, the slight...