Soul awaits

The frost settling

Hard on the ground

The breath still,

Billowing, the breeze

Still the animals still.

The world at rest

At peace

Waiting.

Komm' Untergang.

Come take me away

Take me to the depths

I dare not descend,

Drag me under pull

Me down and

Away.

The whispering, the echo

The held-fast rumour

A storm brews. A

Storm brews that shall

Tear the leaves away in

Fiery spirals, carry a

Torch across this still

Frozen land, this land

Locked away.

A fire blazes and tears

Out of the mountain

Towering above the trees

The towns, the life

That would be left alone

And simple and still.

A storm kommt,

Raging away at the

Strictures

Sending them 

Heavenward.

And in the ashes

Shall be a crystalline

Live beating thing aglow

In the purity that has

Been stripped bare.

A Soul, a pure and

Wanton thing, a

Lusty, lustful Pan

Driven thing that holds

No quarter for pale

Imitation or life half-lived.

Full throated roar of a life,

No less

Demands the living, loving

Soul.