Lilacs - Ghost Spirit

Lighter and bolder, three wings of a crane

Desolate lilacs to adorn every soul, now taste death

Skimming and swelling, we bled into stone

Grief and vain sorrow to adorn every soul, now taste death

We must find the will to stand again, throughout space’s loss

We are children, conceived within the hourglass

Feigning indifference, the womb and the siege

Sacred desire

I held onto devotion