Incarnation Unknown

I am a saucer made of gold,

lying in this ship that's lost at sea.

I am that blackest cloud

hovering above a lonesome shroud.

This tree, this sky, this spirit, all without me... 

I pull them like horses are pulled by 

the man in the chariot.

I have a fist of iron.

I am swiftly chasing this broken dream.

Incarnating myself into everything. 

I am that silver lightening 

crashing in a deep blue sky,

and thunder rippling in the sea, 

destroying all yet to be.

I have within me lives 

of the people.

Lives that reapers cannot find.

I am an undead captain sieged by Satan.

His shadow is in my mind.

I am the nestling bower too, the breeze,

the horror and agony of disregarded fools.

I am in search of a little something.

Perhaps, I am the devil's tool.

Don't chase me, I am not running from you.

I am caught

chasing candles

burning flickering youthful flames.

I am the growing of this sun

that is to take this sin away.

I am an emporor in pursuit of power,

and a garden robbed of flowers.

I am at loss of happiness. 

I am the flood, the blood

running in forgotten mines, 

and I am there too, in eyes blind. 

Running, meaninglessly running,

in stations, in symposiums,

in orbits, in the veins of evil.

I am the son of Venus and the pleasure had in vain by people.

I am that lousy blast in oceans

that is to end myself, a hurricane.

While I have not lost horizons

I've found myself falling from grace,

I've found myself chasing, running 

after nothing, I'm nothing but a sleeping brain.

I wonder whether I am poison

in that cup I think is made of gold. 

Or am I tale of sorrow untold.

I am the good you see in this world. 

Do you know what I fear?

I fear I am an ocean in the sky. 

A black ocean.

I fear I am the seasons when I come and go

a rock, a rustic glow.

I fear not knowing who I am nor what I am

hiding beyond me.

Don't chase me, I am not running from you.