• The earth has shook
    Like pawns we fall
    Few remain still tall
    To the heights we look

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    Shells of dark leaves firmly stand
    Divide serene and turmoil
    Overcast hands cover the soil
    Surrounding the last pure tip
    Auburn shields sprout modern man
    Deceitful soldiers are closing in
    Violet power within faded skin
    Floods a vein soon to rip

    Can your eyes slowly dim?
    Is the truth not born
    Lying beneath thorns?
    Can your grip let go?
    Is that rope just rust
    Slowly crumbling to dust?
    Ruin, or a path of whim
    A starlit crest showers healing snow

    Ready for one last crusade
    The smallest dart can kill
    A retreat against your will
    Enter realms deep in thought
    The stillness here stops all blades
    Summit, forever impregnable
    Explore what was behind a curtain
    Recall what was once forgot

    Can your eyes...

    Hold the ground within mystic clouds
    Where the once crestfallen meet
    Sincere valor will scatter the crowds
    Where the forest falls to heat

    Can your eyes open again?
    Do the lies of thorn
    Fall under the rising morn?
    Will your grip never break?
    Is that rope more than rust
    Slowly forming again from dust?
    On the snow-capped mountain
    The ivory seat you must take