Broken Chains

Crimson tide, Amber tears. Bones of gold, blood of iron Hold me close to the fire I seek my fathers aide Warning, faithful to truth Silver spirit, Orange soul Broaden the scope Trace down the shadows Snowfall of blood Marching to peace Feathers bound up in leather Kept from the flames Made warm and safe Words minted in bone Zooming toward my own destruction Powerful introduction to silence Still alive, awake, aware, centered Scorpions devour the stars