Crystal Asunder
I see the cadence
Random
But altogether clear
This scorn was never mine
Though it's all that I hold dear
Futile charity
Holy promises
I dream it all away
This consequence is yours to keep
I shun it all away
Stone, buried asunder
I burn
Stale fever running high
Clawing at my skin
The temple
The wraith has had its say
In the bright
Transparent light
Stone, buried asunder
And I define a wanton cold
And I decline the patterns of old
You will never defeat
The cadence sublime
Stone.
Buried.
Asunder