Sunday, August 05, 2012

Reach not out for the hand when clowns and wizards stride
Though the sky is painted from seas to land in crimson and black
In layer upon layer of unattainable lore from antiquity; hide,
It avails naught to resist such foes even when we deem it is sooth
A power that forges gold to clay and lays it at the feet of Titans
Will at last be undone; finally grasped by the long reach of truth

© Edetric Vistal