It was here I was born
While the stars held their breaths
After ages of pseudo-presence
I climbed the final steps
Up from deep beneath the shores
Eieth no longer sleeping gal
Thus alive and the stillness
Only to be broken by whispers
Towards the moon
Bloodred from the Unborn Ones cries
That will not be silenced or rest
Forever more and awaken not
To paint in blanks or wither
Beauty blinding no more
than the whole is less now
We see clearly what was not there
The prey become predator
Slaughtering not raging blindly
Through tunnels of sorrow and lust
For solitude and peace of mind
Says it is time to unmask and face
Behind lines - that is.