Estuary

Morning star rise Cold diamond cross the threshold Wolven ancestry revealed I shun the call Dark isthmus of decay Corroded steel Gray wolves make their homes in the wreckage Vultures circle their feast below Winged god of the shore Here he rests tranquil in death forever sleep Hardened by salt and the wind An eternal shrine on gray shores Devour the blue flesh The color of god Bitter as the earth Fragrant as death Its fire grows in my chest and in my veins New life Winged god of the shore Rise again