At ease with Shadow
I will pull my own ashes
Out of the grave.
Burn my mother tongue.
Purging every belief
From this mind’s Eye.
Light up mythic tales
Dull fathers will always fail…
Those ghost voices at night.
Lets deliver freedom.
The journey is the reason.
Fair weather or foul.
Every season…If chosen…
Will create me there.
Some way through somehow!
Cheers Lorenzo
Art by Mario Nevado