Sculpting Tomorrow

Stupidity be the separation of logic

Suggestions to severe

Ties with a reasonable mind

Building castles from star dust

Sketching out the fallen man

Walls held by servitude

Under the silent spell

Whispers listen of calling shores

Voices trail into sea shells

Calling to take arms

All those who dwell on fallen swords

Or splintered cells

Blood be the painted sculpture

Thy crimson artist

Throwing no favour to chance

Down from thrones

Waving wands with a golden ring

Exit this mortal shell

Return to night under dark spells

Soul splitting atrocities