Off To Aeden

The dream of a thousand lifetimes,
Slowly slips away.
The rising storm obscures,
The warming light of day.
The souls of a million warriors ache,
As they march in time,
And looking to the sky,
They wonder what they’ll find,
When it’s gone.

Behold the age-old passion.
The evil does arise.
From the east, ill winds blow,
The seeds to blind their eyes.
A million wary soldiers march,
Off to meet the tide.
Shadows fall upon their hearts.
They do not recognize …

The silence is foreboding.
The smoke obscures the land.
A figure staggers through the dusk,
And tries to comprehend,
A million tattered bodies lost,
To this morbid deed;
The struggle no one wins,
For no one will concede.


Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace

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About Wicasta

Depending upon whom you ask, Wicasta Lovelace is an author, musician, artist, web designer and/or delusional lunatic (which one he is at any given moment depends upon the day of the week, really). He's currently studying Music Industry/Recording Arts at St. Petersburg College in Saint Petersburg, Florida. Wicasta is working on several novels and recording music on his own and with his band, Windhaven. He is the principle editor of the Malleus Maleficarum project, lead author at PaganCentric, curator at Mama Peggy, and systems engineer at Floozees Doozees. You can find him on Google+, Twitter and Facebook.