Sky Sailing / Beyond The Bloom / Wilt Lyrics

The Lavender Fox descends, and scampers beside me

A pouch of petals fastened under its throat, and I understand

The wind's riddle resolved, our flightpath revealed,

As passenger, I hurl a handful

And we greet the air!

At the whim of the wind

Lashing and pulling

Manoeuvring, eye on our shepherd, our petals of pink

Hoping they're helping and

Trust me, new friend

My heart rests on your wings now

We left the nest with a chasm beneath

Still I trust you, new friend

In our first elevation

For a moment, our course holds steady

And then we're

High again

We're sky sailing

Winding in turbulence

Found in friendship

In awe, we land before the fragrant veil

Our first steps treading technicolour, so far beyond the pale

Though I could cast a fire

T'would be a pity to destroy

When we've no shortage of time

What lies here, beyond Umbra's bloom?

Though I could burn away,

I would much rather preserve this,

Such pleasant distortion

I sheathe my blade,

We push into the bouquet

Stumble into

Rapturous blackness, since we play the fool of the flowers

This prison beyond them is nothing but death-grey decay

All that we touch turns to soot

And we trample on

Yes! We must wander on!

The murk of the gravewood, it vastly encumbers my senses

And yet, I feel sure of a presence that mirrors our stride

The Lavender Fox, it whips around, as if to accuse a wilting shrub

But there is nothing there

Nought but the shade

Lustre illuminates

As soon as I brandish, it is gleaming

I am led by the blade

Deep in the false night,

Tendrils of ghost-wood start clinging

Every step forward, the bracken resisting our stride

I feel it crawling my shin, cut it back - it coils again

Why must you persecute,

Wraith of the glade?

Do we approach the core?

Or do we die here in the strangle

as the plantlife contorts?

The smother continues, but still I slice against its grasp

I strain 'til my eyes sting - ahead I see the source!

Just a little more! This web will not be my grave!

Just as we reach the core,

I turn to see the Lavender Fox

Poor thing, ensnared by its wing…

How much will be severed

By this blade if I…?!

My one-winged companion,

Abandons, in gruesome mistrust, and I'm left alone with my deed

With eyes too inflamed to be fuddled by glamour

I sink my friend-stained blade into the palun

And it sings, as it siphons

The bloom above begins to die

Petal on fox-blood, my new sheath

As all around me

Colour rains, the sun prevails

Yet harm is all I care to deal and dwell on

If I had thought that it would end this way

That every bloom was due its wilt

I would have scorched the opulence

No flower should be worth more than a wing

How could I have known

I lie alone, entombed in what remains of something beautiful

This shedding, never ending

Keep me buried

Help obscure my crime

And as the essence of the palun

Sinks from forest to the blade

I sense its burden, feel its venomous

Reminder of the choices that I've made