Finium Conjunctio

[borealis]

The gate is open, path is drawn
The worlds have been united
The ziggurat is stood upon
The mysteries ignited
The light thereof illuminates
The shadows of the whole
Who drunk in hubris dared forget
To bare an honest soul
So once again the coward finds
Her back against the wall
Her palaces are made of sand
Her mighty towers fall
That somewhere hidden deep within
And thereby to be found
Will burst the sought for guiding light
The great resplendent sound.