I saw a starry sun go singing past,

and all the flames of man did swell and shake.

It hurried, making late for days at last

and trailing wailing thunder in its wake.

Within, I heard the Dreamer stir and sway:

His open chest, the driven drum of doom;

His shattered veins, the strings of sacred play;

the chambers of the world, His living tomb –

He is the clover-rounding choir,

the golden savior and the silver liar

to slay our loneliness with sound and fire.

-Alistair "Hale" Sauterne