كلمات Creaturesque

There's a distance long between you Craving lips and inspiration chalice Whose wine like fever- neverending Everlasting heat Eternity evanished Gather days to make them sands Falling from your feeble hands Thought's like views of nothingness Malice leaves through broken glass (follows the glass?) Rid your eyes of control Take a naught, a chaos Perfect clay to sculpt from it Here comes creative passions play... Desire... Warm of will, a carrion of might Another string bizarre of violin of mine Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid See the man's becoming Demiurge Dawn of force; starvation fails Skin forebodes a driven nails That's a power tempting wise man And lending colours to the moon Granting orchid it's charm and splendour Soon it comes, the light itself Seems to be not of this Earth.