On treacherous rows of broken teeth I mark my wisdom on the shores of my delight.
On a mountain path towards heaven I must have been.
What must I have thought, where may I have been?
What does the light say of the dark?
Lay me down in all your wishes.
For I am my own wish.
I am darkness descending upon the shores of the ever-resplendant shores of illumination.
I am the colour in utter darkness.
I am the fire in an empty well.
The vanquished will rise out of the ashes.