Vespertine

[Avee]

I will find you.

A dream that cannot be, the passing mentality of sentimentalism.
I question the burden of my instrumentality, the purpose of my being.
Recite in these dreaded words the litany of our Mother, forget not the cost.
The souls of the dead fill the space of my mind. Children the lot. I consider their peace.

I've stared into the darkest abyss, it respected me, the night. I witness the dreams of the collective.
The moon is a fallacy, the reality beckoned by my mind, pass the torch to my hand that I might extinguish.
Do not witness me, consider your own peace. See not my hand plucking the idle strings of the minds of those beyond.

A chorus in one's mind, a feverish dream brought by chill. I know your secrets, and I will keep them. It's Mother's wish.
Welcome me, of this I will not beg. The request is considered in your mind, see this. Let me take you on a journey.
My Brothers and Sisters, I see you in my blood. My minds eye is enraptured in your faith. Kindness indebted.

I grow so tired, so frequently. Exhaustion whelms me. I lie in peace, but I travel unbidden.
I feel your pain, you know? I know the peace you seek when you lie, weary lay.
We are all gods within the space of our minds. We are at peace, content.
Yet who so solemnly plucks the harp of the minds of the muses?

Do not seek me.