Thursday, March 29, 2012

Destiny Wrought

Born to a world rich in beauty
He saw only the darkness
Of the night
While worlds came into existence
He slept deeply
And dreamed a new creation
Into being
Darkness his destiny
The cataclysm awakened
The child born to beauty
Begot oblivion
The fires of death
Were the fires of the furnace
That melted the metals
To build the walls
Of civilization