Show me the Ochre

Take my pale hand,

Leave the loneliness of your room

Come, let’s walk

Feel

Feel the veil

Lift

After the ochre harvest

as a smile hovers from ages past

On a floating bone orb

You shield your eyes, yet

Do not be astonished as

Beatrice invites you to ascend

look

look to the crystal light

in the seventh splendour

La gloriosa

See a familiar finger point

To a black door

Of your future

Open, open, open it, can’t open it

Show me, show me the way, show me who to love, and where to go

Sacred

Together again for one night a year

to toast sweet mortality over warm mead

At last

In the Otherworld

Let me stay