Shattered and vulnerable the watcher falls deep into the depths
The restraint of the light left behind and a road of fire ahead
Voices speak words that only he hears
While landscapes erupt from a strayed imagination
Strong and bold, the lion climbs deep into the depths
Throwing itself to the dark willingly
Forging his effigy from the fiery road
While the watcher grips the reins
Entwined yet detached two souls stand
Drums of passion pounding in each
The beast, wild as it is
Strangely submissive to the mind of the other side
Into their depths draws a war of souls
Grasping onto slivers from the hands of time
Only to breach the heart of the creator
Confused and weak, he steps onto the ledge
A genesis of energy emerges
The watcher and lion upon its' powerful wave
Allied and harmonious as they grip the roots of the heart
And from the depths, a soul once lost is found
Forever conscious that it is home