WE

The insect's soul 
shed of its carapace

The hive's former inmates set free
Power granted to the naked wolf

The holders of the serpent's key
Lost shepherds of the lonely trees

Walkers with the birds and whales
The tellers of all conceivable tales 

Sowers of the seeds of chance
Hoping for an opportunity to dance

One way ticket to a fantasy
A neat trick to bypass reality with 

A debt exacted for extremes
Millipedes freed into segments

Centuries of centurions 
dreaming dreams


The guardians of safely 
locked away remembrance 

The soft face of a spider
The smooth skin of an oak

The sharp teeth of a tree
The eyes of a silver mine

The fingers of quartz
The oxygen mask of a fish

Thus freed the soul of Animus 
Mundus implodes into we