The Far Country: Mythos

Aporia

I come before thee, to ask for leading. Since I found the pearls of the flower, I want my flesh no more. My bones do not know me. My skin sits tight. The world I walk, whispering and false. Here is no home for me. Raasyn blooms within my bowels. Its sight, too much. I pray thee, Great Voltur, lead me to thy pasture.