Aetheral

Reality was stirred

Like a fog inhaled at the fringe of the eyesight

Coalescent just long enough for the rapture

He is no longer alone

Gifted with a costly talent

Chosen to perpetuate the old craft

A forced farewell for the youth

Meet the Henchmen, before whose path walls dissolve

Gone gathering words and a little scare in its prime

Coven hived within mountains like termites in wood

Alcove bound carnations in wait

The static regimen

Taken away from infancy

The static regimen

Non corporal drill to walk the other side

The static regimen

The egregore's achieved

Whence just promising pupils

A vocation stirred awake

A hand came from out of life

As if dragged across the mirror

Remembrances of an old self

Like guide slopes in the descent to carnation

The routine of the scare

A training attuned with millennia

The mission ends as feelings return...

The ectoplasm dispersed, the egregore vanished

Subliminate long enough to play the pawns

The ectoplasm dispersed, the egregore vanished

Subliminate long enough to give kings will