Stormy clouds roll beneath the waves,
Furiously spiting underwater lightning.
On the prairie rivers of spices rise to the sky.
Burning horses perform a pagan dance,
Their hooves smash skulls of defunct soldiers.
Buried in moral ground,
Ditching the debris of conscience,
Apocalyptic nymphs throw a macabre enchantment.
Demons and spirits of darkness survey the landscape.
Zombies of the future direct today's reality.
Vampires suck dry the nectar of time.
Daedalus laughs above fields of unholy wars.
Flying through the restless phantoms of peace,
In a wasteland he is delighted at the flaming colours.
Unlike Icarus, he survived the fascination of the
It’s landing that will set ablaze Daedalus’ wings…