Hanging to a thread of remembrance
consequences fall across the world...

There is a rumour born
in the cold mist of morning...

I had a Sepia Day today
Everything felt...

A Sea that once held water
spreads a gleam of white bones...

Shivering I ride along
Behind me lie the failing rays...

This Walled City
dressed in light of crystals...

We hold here
by the last league stone...

Waiting here
stars breathing...

These old cobbles have rung loud
with the hard iron clad hooves of war...

I then came to stand before them
those heroes of Crown and Kingdom...

The thorn studded branches bleed
Gleaming in the smear of cold Moonlight...

I stand now cold on the World's stage
facing this great sky of lights...