I Beome Elysium (from Mythos)
I Become Elysium
Your words levitate me
And lift me
Above morality
I become Elysium
When your lightning strikes me
Sustain my body, my mind
Nectar from a god
Manna from a cloud
Drifting above this wanderer
Priest of consciousness yet to be
Pilgrim in this world
Reluctant resident
Dance naked and holy
Move to sacred drums
Only the chosen of Dionysus
Graces of gods past possess you
Memory dwells in your breath
Ferry my being, unchain me
Do not leave me to whither
On the barren plains of dying worlds
As you take your place in the temple hall
Among marble sages
I will be ghosted
And bring amaranth
To lay at your feet
As Apollo dons his chariot
To bring dawn to the worlds
Each day
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