Be I just a leaf on the tree of my father's house,
The rhythm of the forest drums away as all leaves fall into the marching river,
Songs are sung amongst fish,
Water nymphs lead me to explore the unseen depths,
Caught am I in the wispy tracks of many a whirlpool as they tell their stories,
As I notice be there other leaves,
Some their time they take,
Some may rush,
Some are lost in the river's trance,
And some stuck against the torrents,
I can only mourn as I pass them by,
For lest the leaves the water still flows,
Many ahead,
Many behind,
Fellow leaves oftentimes take another path around the rocks,
Or might the wind them turn in another direction,
I again them see on the other side,
Some leaves are pulled away from their currents to soon,
Some they linger,
But none against the current flow,
Many accept this,
Some do not,

Days pass,
We still flow on through the night,
Some leaves dissolve as we wither and bleach from the sun's ever drumming rays,
Those dissolved in the river those leaves lost still flow,
Some have become stuck to one another,
Others dance the current alone,
Some cling to the current's obstructions out of fear of the river's final path,
I them pitty as I float by spinning on the water to the sun's beat,
As the crowd thins fewer faces I recognize,
The river is seems has started to slow,
A choir of gulls is heard singing their lonely song,
The soldering song of the river has given way to the somber abyss of the ocean,
I am at first alone,
I float for days,
My body tired from floating begins to itself dissolve,
Before I say goodbye to the sun,
I realize as I hear my song come to it's final measures,
That all the other leaves,
Are by my side.

Limbs quiver as the breath that was you exits into the void from vacant lungs,
The veins run dry; be they the rivers which you once lent yourself the source,
The heart once a fish in the ocean of hope and love lay gasping as your back dries the sands on which it lay,
Be just a dove against an onslaught of hawks and foxes; wishing he could someday be your eagle,
Thought of your exhale pierces my heart like a flying arrow of which I was not afraid,
Eyes may spark, but fire must have fuel,
If need be; the world's forests shall be made ablaze,
Scores of scorched hoards of fire's wing shall terror rain opponents hearts,
Last stand for you, till the end.

The waives of the sea glide down my face; when your image lingers in my thoughts,
The chills of death cross my chest; when you pull your flesh from mine,
My throat turns to stone; my jaw to iron, and my blood to sand, when your feet carry you away,
If you could hear my eyes, feel my voice, and taste the chills on my skin, you'd understand,
I've spent one thousand years of thought in the moments without you,
The path may be gone, yet somehow I still travel it,
Leave what you will,
You already took what matters,
Well soughtten have the pleasures of the flesh been,
I feel your fingers prying between my ribs,
Digging for that which you've already taken,
Yet what else have I to offer but myself?
Seek not what has been; but what could be,
A glance sets my heart to skip,
A brush of flesh leaves me speechless,
A scent leaves me breathless,
An embrace leaves my heart screaming for more,
A kiss turns my heart to melted lead,
A night binds half my heart within you,
Take me,
Or please slay me,
Love my only bane.

Forget me, Forsake me, Lift me up, Hold me down and break me, Shall you not know what true devotion makes,
Till I give it to you,
Till I take it from you,
So tightly in your grasp am I,
So emptily I lay,
I cannot breathe,
I cannot think,
I cannot sleep,
Lest you...

Lest I should be forgotten,
It pains me for that which I have given to you,
Factioning desires,
Static responses,

Break me,
Claim that which is yours,
For it is I.

Þaw hlajjar hjwèn déj löysat méjr asundyr

Méj binda till ðis bokèr þaw alltigvårart daðor

ohj ælskor af min hjjartor ohj hjwèlor.

Alltid ælskja, alltid léivja, alltid hirðja... aldri særja.

For those who haven't loved;
For those who haven't love to them had,
Lest all shall fall asunder,
Separate the governing powers of my heart.
Unbind my cursed heart's first curse.
For those who haven't looked into my eyes with the chance of loving: dare to.
The labors undeserving that I have given to you are all stronger than your wills.
For those who have never seen my love; open your eyes.
For those who have never felt it; open your hearts.
All of which desires can warrant is here.
For those,
For those.

Hvèrgångar ða méj þykkja finna söþîngèr i féjjor éj halda, dèt fljota méjr.

Kvå hljo déj alltid ar ètta rærèr ötan min þrifor?

Méj just batta syna déjr ælskor.

Kyssamåu méj déjr ðîs nattor?

Famakja gaumér, hjja hjjarton
Þar szudu, széj néitakaja méjr sjå déjr
Ar hå ètta
Ètta valdar förrådau ètta lambèr

Léjðakja villt þaw lukèn
Þaw håggvan på djar flèkanå szkinnèr
I þaw ængdèr szinnorfyll hugèn
Hvèr blommar ar hjow

Azgarðèr av gamor szækjai hræðor

Ètta szinnar för széj
Ohor avhåsz
Ètta brænnanå höljar
För þaw bruðar îs kærr för széj
Ètta szinnar för széj
Ohor avhåsz
Ètta brænnanå höljar
Kirakja i èlszka av djar djèp mörk szinnèr
Méj ar þaw hirer
Déj ar hjwèt mar szinnèn inklèda
Jændar ar néi hå szkappår
Hå drat hittor

Azgarðèr av gamor szækjai hræðor

Ètta szinnar för széj
Kyra méjr, éjklæða méjr
Tjöszakja djar rænèn i ètta vandår stig
Frèyjar méj biktahja
Méj javundhjwuka þaw szinnèn

I command you; turn to the north, chilled wind passing. Winter spirits calling, hear you the silent air?

Lay waste, lay unrest, lay to sleep.

I march onward; I hight of the forgotten who were slain in your panic-laden strewing.

Clad be the hearts of the un-atoned false happiness…

Question you your un-belonging thoughts?

No longer shall I let you claim me if after I will never be sought.

Say you, say you what you think?

What say you?

Hearts cry out, bodies break, souls congeal, my wounds never fully heal. The fires in me you lit.

The air that bore waste to my callings was felt.

Lay on earth together.

May water fill the eves of tears.



Méj téj bjowða; svèngakja þaw nordèr, kylai vîndan rèkkan. Vîntor andan hétan, höra jéj þaw faowð èrèr?

Förstårakja, lèggakja néikvîllèn, lèggakja szuvèr.

Méj marhjwa påmut; méj héta afððaw förjèttèn sjé fèllanai i jar panikaöszai sztrönan.

Klèd tja þaw hjjartan afððaw néirétt fèlsk szællor...

Fråga jéj jar néihéjwran hugèn?

Néilångur méj låtau jéj ma kraffa om èftèr méj aldri tjau szökkjai.

Tala jéj, tala jéj hjwèt jéj huga?

Hjwèt tala jéj?

Hjjartan lakka öt, kroppan braka, hjwèlan kongælla, mar szåran aldri jört héjla.

Þaw brènnon i méjr jéj kvéikjai.

Þaw èrar ða båra förståra mar kallèn sènnanai.

Lèggakja på jörðèr tögèðå.

Vattar fyllararau þaw natton af tèn.

Sly Chills Leave My Chest

Their Love's First Flight, of mine its plight.
The world may resume to turn... I'm stuck to it.
Of man's desire brings forth untapped others' blissful touch; This thought scalds the inside of my chest...
Halt the hails or forlorn glories... I want thine heart, I told you with lips unable to speak... Thou thegn of hearts... which did in unison hold meter.
Born of fer and slat, me of the people of the ten arrows... Split houses merge.
Tonight impulses fail... lacerate the beauty within... whilst still be left.
If pulled; dig your heals in whilst still footed.
If thy choice be, slay me tonight... pray be quick.
For tonight, I shall not cry.