The light, this enlighten definition of facing thyself
As a warm aura floating on your skin
The light of your mind.
Suddenly, there is a voice leading you
To an inner path, forgotten yet carved
The voice of dominance.
Like an angel from the sky touches your name
With her winds of glory
As a blaze, a spark, a fire this realization appears
In front of your eyes
In front of your soul.
This epiphany is nothing more than you.
Your spirit needs to overhang, your hands want to atone
For this blood they carry
From centuries of stone, where trees were brown
Where life was just a runnel.
A mirror stands in front of you
This is your curse, this is your price
To know your eyes color, the shape of your nose
The lines carved on your palms
Your knees ligament, your toes steps.
The acceptance of these is the Apocalypse!
You touch your breaths and you can count them
Along with your choices and your mistakes.
Now you can Appear as Epiphany to you.