Scattered To The Four Winds
by Fragments Of Unbecoming· from Skywards - Chapter II - A Sylphe's Ascension
On high!
Impassioned like svelte sylphes we fly.
Carried by perpetual circles of seasons.
Aside to wind and breath - the archetype symbols.
Now dispersed we are.
Up to the solar shrine - to pass the archways divine!
One cold inhale to leave the pale - the ephemeral.
Set ablaze our sensory pleasure.
Now scattered to the four winds we are.