Wanderer of the Wastes - The Howling Void

Slow glowing light of dusk

An ancient stillness in a dying light

This moment from afar

Is a sun-ringed void

Worn with years, i suffer the incessant ebb and flow

Amidst a dead, raging sea

Solve et coagula

Moments are centuries pouring down a yawning gulf

Quiet as they curl into the sea below