Sworn-Emperor

Four eyes as two in one The forward circular view That never ends An orbital voyage Throughout this endless sphere of all Where time is lost and everything transcends A graceful presence At stolen time As ghosts to the world Ghosts to the world For ice, outside, are we apart As cold and eerie mist to the hand Ever floating on its coarse Towards the heights of shadowland Thus appear the truly sworn To be seen To be feared Yet, not to be reached Four eyes as two in one Thus appear the truly sworn As ghosts to the world Thus appear the truly sworn For ice, outside, are we apart Thus appear the truly sworn Cold and eerie mist. Burning Thus appear the truly sworn A graceful presence At stolen time Thus appear the truly sworn