Of dimmed creation,
The desolation lays vast
Upheld in an order
Of Malign hierarchy
To be rearrenged,
Beseth by intrincancies
That pertain
To our creators alone,
Whom may find
The reflection cast
A dire sight
Of their own inadaquecy.
Oh, but the mighty cohorts
That reign supreme
Crumble worlds
In the wake of a laughter,
Yet the shining eyes
Are bewildered,
Lost in transition,
Everchanging,
For the laws that beheld
Our dance in the sky
Are now playground
To younglings
And the echoes
Reveal their might,
Youth overcomes force,
Life tramples life,
In this, our parade,
We of old, we the great,
Feel the hunger
Against mutation.
