Standing in white darkness,
In cold silence we two.
Tasting of the night,
Sounding of the mist.
After years of searching,
The night is upon us.
Waiting for the dragon.

And it is cold.
Chill eats my coat,
Silence eats my mind.
We wait for the creature to come.
Soon he will be here.


Fight desire to summon warmth.
There can be no words of weaving
Upon this sacred site.

In cold silence we two.
No stranger to silence.
The cultivation of supreme emptiness.
Supreme silence.
A silent soul is brighter than the sun.

Yet here, danger hides in
A different silence.
The silence of oblivion.
A dark silence.

Strange
The mind is fickle and weak.
Whose thoughts are these?
All is meaningless.
Yet here I remain.

And You, my friend,
A rock beside me.
among rocks,
Amongst the mountains.

Standing in white darkness.
Since I was a young man I have been searching.
Travelling between.
Whilst others stayed behind,
I alone walked on.…

Sound precedes the beast.
Sound unlike an other.
Loud - it seems the air around is screaming.
And yet, a silence remains.
Cold may burn hot,
Screaming encompasses silence.
And it is eternal and it is infinite.

Eternity and infinity pass.
A head appears in the mist.
During slow chaos
His eyes are upon my own.
I join this ancient watcher
As he climbs higher on the winds of rain.

Soon we are in the clouds
And now above,
Where all can be viewed
In sad wonder.

And still we climb.
I want to see everything.
I want nothing to be hidden from my gaze.
So much he has known
And so much he has loved.

He has rested beneath the ocean,
Since forever.
Alone, but for drowning souls
Whom he greets
With eyes of envy.

But now
Far above the cities of men
He seeks
His death.

Men speak
Of the beast
In Hushed tones
‘The beast’ They say
‘His time is nigh’
And tremble as night approaches


‘The beast’ They say
‘his heart is cold
like the man who
never loved’
how wrong they are.

‘The beast’ They say
‘his soul is dead
like the man who
never knew music’
how wrong they are.


He has rested beneath the ocean,
Since forever.
On nights of omen
He rises
Above the waves
Born to the clouds.

Such is his curse
To wander
Chasing death
-those of men
But never his own.

Standing in white darkness,
In cold silence we two.
Tasting of the night,
Sounding of the mist.
After years of searching,
The night is upon us.
Waiting for the dragon.