Envoy's Keep
The moon watches upon you as the hour of your birth dawns...
The light at the end holds evidence of shall always be
The forsaken eyes pierce through the valley when the clock strikes
Stars plead voiceless in name, quantifiable, yet cognizant
Time decrepit shines on the past...
On what does a unguent matter rest
This extremity cries hue often to the sight untouched
Suffocation riddles this betwixt hand or head of thing greater than the self
Made of indulges to the sentient's roots
And expand without all control?