Into The Tomb Of Her Mirror

We are the drowned ones
We are the drowned
Let the waters come
Let them come
| Saadi Youssef |

At last I saw the wrath descend
I saw the end, I gazed upon the earth
And all the withered world was chaos (a swirling, putrid chaos)
Just as it had been before the world began

I saw no man of clay, no bird of grey
No pillars for the sky, no pristine light
Harboring a cold, primeval moan - all alone!
| Norman C. Habel |

I have buried my image
Eyes open in the flesh
And the woman on the soil
Dropped her lightning-mask into the tomb of her mirror