A Prayer within the Rainbow Soul

A Prayer within the Rainbow Soul

Volume I: The Sleeper

He who is the Sleeper,

Oh, the one in blessed slumber,

Endures the seamless un-existing

Of blissful blue. Pregnant eyelids

Shall not rise with the Stars,

For the moon's shadow is

Eternity; may the Unconsciousness linger.

Volume II: The Decayer

Pestilence shalt conquer,

The bow may quiver; begin shalt the Decayer,

With the bloody edge of War,

In a reign of blazing persecution; crimson to the slaughter.

The Famine shalt be welcome

Amidst the scales of society; rich beneath poor, red skull for the grain.

Death is in the right hand of God; the scroll of seven seals; may He point his finger.

Volume III: The Sonder

The soul is a vibrant heptagon,

An individual colour, a personality for all to see.

Alas, the mind will one day Sonder

And the hexagon of fleeting triangles

Shall become green with clarity,

And as the snowflakes settle, a background blur,

Look to the dusk and pray; may the People overwinter.

Volume IV: The Dreamer

A state of trance is a window

To the inner-self,

Where the crackles of

Moving embers awaken the Dreamer,

And the glacial hierarchy shall fall, shall tumble in violet

Sweetness, as reality blends with the Imaginarium,

Home to the warm coals of creation; may they bless the Dream-catcher.

Volume V: The Conceiver

Sparks ignite - passion,

Thoughts dwell - evaluate.

Originality or flair?

One and the same - no such thing.

There are boundless limits unchained to the Conceiver.

The bulb glows dim; the bulb glows bright - can the bulb radiate orange?

Ingenuity is the pinnacle; may you stand almighty, o' great Gunslinger.

Volume VI: The Mourner

The time has come, life has passed,

The soul is snuffed.

The afterlife is illusory, a mirage of the truth,

An indigo veil to drown the sorrow.

The grave is a monument, a testament,

An indication of existence on the Cross. Martyrdom begets the Mourner,

And as the colours fade, the souls of the dead lament; may the End be a clincher.

Volume VII: The Day-Bringer

Twilight dissipates; Golden Dawn is the beginner,

A furious Sun will scorch all to a cinder,

And humanity's eye kindles with a gentle shimmer,

To be greeted by a promising prospect in the Heavens; perceive the humdinger,

And only then can the soul be set free from the ideas that hinder,

For the inevitable is absolute, to the innocent and to the sinner,

So thus, embrace the yellow rays of Utopian descent and sing; may this Prayer be the Day-Bringer.