ENDLESSE

or

A Homeward Calling

by Anwynn E. Thorn

From wayward flocks in dire rest,
To enclave driven slumbers,
Now waken ye thy fallen crest,
And bathe in flame your lumbers.

Sing the songs and strafe the squares,
And face your changeling fears,
Then spiral dance the upward stairs,
Of wyrding helix spheres.

Brave the woods in darkest night,
With cruel abandon’s hymn,
Then come to life in endlesse fight,
When cosmic tides are dim.

Break the lock and smash the wall,
Then fast disarm the trap,
That siren blares the labyrinth call,
And follow ye this map.