09-28-2016, 01:26 PM
Keys jangle at the precipice of fate
Instinctive virtues endeavour to raise their heads
The gloamings mist winds through the straight
And those virtues turn their eyes back to their beds.
So tired
We are lost in our keep
Though all built this mighty edifice
Too many are prone to seductive sleep
The eagle has leapt in petulance
and flown too far.
So tired
We are many, we are few, we are one
The oldest lion has accepted its limitations
Its mind slides though satin into thorn, thorn to shadow.
A bush may burn but only in failing machinations
His pride now has none.
So very tired.
He was many, he was few, he is one
The stars wheel as the wind bites from the east
And while the cold tears at our hearts and minds
We throw the treats of our children to the beast
It devours what we give it, it destroys what it finds.
It doesn’t sleep.
None are any, all are few, I was one.
Instinctive virtues endeavour to raise their heads
The gloamings mist winds through the straight
And those virtues turn their eyes back to their beds.
So tired
We are lost in our keep
Though all built this mighty edifice
Too many are prone to seductive sleep
The eagle has leapt in petulance
and flown too far.
So tired
We are many, we are few, we are one
The oldest lion has accepted its limitations
Its mind slides though satin into thorn, thorn to shadow.
A bush may burn but only in failing machinations
His pride now has none.
So very tired.
He was many, he was few, he is one
The stars wheel as the wind bites from the east
And while the cold tears at our hearts and minds
We throw the treats of our children to the beast
It devours what we give it, it destroys what it finds.
It doesn’t sleep.
None are any, all are few, I was one.