The Wheel Turns

from by Aythyr



Rose torn asunder

Wheel always turning

One last moon will shed leaf from withering limb
Her song calls me back

Vale smoke has choked our hearts

The wight of autumn's flame bled our hallows dark
Curled our leaves under the weight of regret

How long was I (gone?)

How long did i leave her wanting, alone?

I bled to free myself from death, shed the lifeless skin of love

Home is the blooded arches' eye


from Through the Ages, released July 31, 2014



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Aythyr Perth, Australia

Aythyr harnesses the inspirations of ages past to provide a bridge between the material world and the subconcious yearning of the universal mysteries.
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