Books and Scrolls

The god of fire has returned
In a cloud that grasps the sky
The idol has burned
And poetry stands high

Like leaves through the wind
Pages written in black
Crows became sinned
Crowned by the zodiac

Roses lay their thorns
Amid ink and pens
The spirits mourns
Hiding in their dens

For the truth is blindfold
Revolving in spheres
Books and scrolls untold
Unleashed in tears

They perish in bookshelves
In a blasphemed room
Closed to themselves
Slumbering in bloom

Glooming in candles
In mortuary streams
Bladed by cardinals
Gleaming in beams