Before there were Betweens

My life was the dream of an ancient bear

As the ravens picked it clean

Spread round on the spores of its final crown

Borne on golden beam

The moon had wept his silver soul

When the earth was a mewling babe

Fore the wars of gods and the chains of mind

And roots of time were laid

Its blood became the runic songs

Carved deep in the bark of the tree

And the kingdom of stars that had bore his steps

Gave way to the rustling leaves

So bury me fiery on a floating reed

When my own dream comes to waking

With the stories of Adam blown true through their bodies

And the sorrows of my creation