What shape is the landing pad

Perhaps steel triple emerald

Yet who knows

Prepare for count down

Prepare.

When the hair rises in the storm

See great eagles fly far

Owls peering around for mice and sound

That is the way love is

The dangers of crashing waters

I can't hold on much longer

Counting

The clock is spinning backwards

Loss is replaces in cathedrals

Horrors

What lies in terror

A giant blue butterfly

Sublime suicide

The wings flutter with spent anger

Rising to the sky

Rising

Rising.