Monarchs, With Broken Wings
Here where once stood Titans
Lay Tombstones Blighted
Blind fools Delighted
And glorious marvels Smite
Felled under the curses
That from Righteous worthlessness Surges
They held dear until they from their heights
Fell to the Versus
See the golden spire
Broken and Pitted to Ash
Fallen to the Blasphemy
Of Empathy downward cast
From Whence we came, we Seek to find
Threw barren Dust, Across the Tide
We sift threw Mountains of Rust
To try and piece together the Beauty of the Busts
Of Champions of Æons
That into Nothingness where Thrust
Gone…all gone…
From beneath my feet, the world cracked wide
And all we held dear, was spilled to the side
Bewilderment Enswathed us then
Befuddlement Entwined us then
How did we let it get this far?
And Why?
Rivers of tears
Legions have drown in them
We should be so lucky as to join them
And now we Lament
For the Days of Glory Forgone
The days of Thunder
In which We, as One
Rocked the earth to is Core
And Extolled our Bonds
…But now it is alone that we sing
And wish to force back the pillars
To the places that they once stood
As we are Scattered
We seek to Reassemble
For than the Mighty shall Tremble
And Pantheons raised when we are Gathered
Arise from this night
Places that once held might
Come back to Me…
Fresh Cuts ore Old Scars
Broken flesh spider webbed like Stars
To take what ills without
And drink its Razors Deep
To solidify its Iniquitous
The closest breath towards Sleep
Ah the few who remain
Who still recall
The days of all Glory…Forgone
Shall rest with me In my thoughts
Here in this Temple together we shall last
Buried under pillars of our youth Crushed to Ash
Held tightly in her broken arms to never be out cast
To take our place in the past
But hark…
The smell of Iron on the air calls attention
Promulgating Valor
Soon the thunder in the distance will draw near
Soon…
I will draw the pieces together
I shall be the Harbinger of its wholeness
I shall be its trumpeter at the Gates of Twilight
And again we shall rise our Tattered, Frayed wings to the Welkin
To hear Glory sing
And no longer merely be
Great Monarchs with Broken Wings
To rise again
We who where once Kings
This the Dream
Of Monarchs With Broken Wings