Now Father heed my words May the knife in me become the knife in you Doom is not the road walked, but the target struck Doom is not the pain that aches, but the will it bears Doom is not the blood that sheds, but the weakness left I found Doom in the dark of the gap Beginning and end sooth'd in the black Father put his hand upon my shoulder And empty flame leapt to singe my skin "To what do I owe this meeting?" He left a knife, in that nook in my chest And the blood it let turned in rivulets to streams streams to pools  pools to fresh fruit Redly ripe, as if to be plucked from my heart's strings His eye was cast upon my first day Death breaks to grant life its seed And so death's shell lingers on the North wind Ever following at the nape of the neck And laughing whereupon will strikes And embracing whereupon it falters For father grants succor to the straught But to the coward's end he ever pulls As all embers turn to ash, and ashes Wane to dust Then what? Dust Waxes into you and into me We say we're Doomcrossed lovers, but are we all not? Would love be upheld by any force but gravity? Rise and fall Turn and turn It is said all roads lead home And yet in Man's footsteps I found you, Father Man to Muse I turned around towards your laughter That glacial pull; ink in my veins, razor in marrow Is there any rest under your eye? I once thought you despised me I Mused at your mirth at my misery And came to understand why you pull Hands grasp from Hell to claw at my feet Light rains from Heaven to bind my knees But it's the free who wind up in knots Woven to you as you are to me Pulled along Man's path among the stars I seek in the dark what the light cannot reach I clutch at castles in the sand Wondering why they crumble? As Time tick ticks the clock away I suppose you devour us all in the end But I leapt from the void once and I'll do it again So what could be the problem with stepping into it? Breathe in The pain was all me In that absence I found the dance Breathe out I had always missed what I never met Searching for what I've never seen Wyrd calls and i wend the way Following a path to a place unseen Known only by the hole born in me Afair and afoul come the Tides of us Till Doom do we sunder