Awaiting The Sky

Bones tossed. Blades forged from cold moss. Judge the soul a traitor, fell their spirit with shadow spiders who make their webs from hawk sauce. Elevate my assassin who sends me into my ascension. Await the sky. Let my essence always fly, Await the sky. Wicked music breaks the night. Queen of silence makes me high. Open the scroll lamb or banish me this is my destiny.