The insect's soul shed of its carapace.
The hive's former inmates set free.
Power granted to the naked wolf.
The holders of the serpent's key.
Lost shepherds of the lonely trees.
Walkers with the birds and whales.
The tellers of all conceivable tales.
Sowers of the seeds of chance.
Hoping for an opportunity to dance.
One way ticket to a fantasy.
A neat trick to bypass reality with.
A debt exacted for extremes.
Millipedes freed into segments.
Centuries of centurions dreaming dreams.
The guardians of safely locked away remembrance.
The soft face of a spider.
The smooth skin of an oak.
The sharp teeth of a tree.
The eyes of a silver mine.
The fingers of quartz.
The oxygen mask of a fish.
Thus freed the soul of Animus
Mundus implodes into we.
written by shaun