Scattered To The Four Winds - Fragments Of Unbecoming

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