VII: The Descent

As I stand on the edge of the rising tide I am overcome with beauty
There is a fleeting feeling that takes my legs to fill my lungs with all of the world
Gulp by gulp the serpent dreams, to decimate my burning wings
Oh how he effectively detaches my burning wings with a faulty sense of valor
Lust in the molten soul, here in hell where the visions sing and the streets are paved in coal, I will see you through your feats
I will save you, a prodigy that's feeding
Withstanding bows of me
The breathing of the waves blocks out giant whispers
I can feel the trembling of the earth in the way that she moves.

Rest in the folly he said
Cross all of your fingers and weep on
Cauterized with the poisoned in the deepest of boughs, I will stand proud by you
I will see you through your feats and I will help you grow.