The Arcane Chaser

A bitter sweet pill called reality.

The ghost you follow is here with you

on this ride. So chase another Ferris wheel on fire!

And can't you catch the sprite in
your glowing embers 
follow. 

 Bone crushing spirits roar on 
this throne of diamonds black
from the holy war. Does it make
more less horrible? 

Melting the bones to the skin
you undid the signs
and straight the course
that crooked
by your command.

To chase the robe of the dark star.
To follow blind. 

To the chemical binding of the Aries 
star strike in the Mars flight.
The prospect from outer space
in this fear.

I'm only a passenger in this flightless
fight.

To see this hypocrite pay
for all his vice.

That he chases the final flask.
Of all his endless might. 

Running out of shadows.

Into the oblivion.
I don't know where from. 

Rise! From the bone yard
of my design.

What you left
was a wasteland my own.

In this poison life that I play
pretend in the dark of day
to cleanse me.

The world turns but I  
rather turn myself 
a little less and without a sound.

To see the spirits of a land bygone.
That times can pretend to be at the same time.

The arcane chaser more than the life
he designed in the makeshift 
of being.