13 Years of Carrion Death in June

I found the grief
Within my heart
And, through that pain
And, life in parts
There's a wilderness I know
In that wilderness I grow

A found opportunity
To hunt for time and bounty
In this, my deep valley
The blood seed
Of our majesty

With all four seasons
And their marathon
And, with dark carbonation
I found my
Thirteen years of carrion

From golden locust
To dignity
I praise and burn
To rescue me
To be given opportunity
To hunt for time and bounty
In this, my deep valley
The blood seed
Of our majesty