CARAVAN OF SOULS

It is so cold here, there is no fire down inside
Let me touch your face so I know that I was alive
Drifting with this caravan of souls I have dismissed how to pray
Intent on weaving the dark and light never reaching grey

I see we are bound on the tracklessnes of eternity

Sharing chaos's wild dance with self, needing connectivity

An angry desire ripping the door off the vault of creation

Spinning in chaotic order my threads of future destruction

To start again tomorrow my creatrix spirit cries

~~Feral Goddess