...by the mirror of our words,
we reflected on the image proposed.
The waters rose
and all thorns flowed
to a colour of zero.
As empty as the sun in the ocean's depth,
so soon forgotten
with nothing left,
the wall you built by the crevaces,
with trenches and weapons to defend,
All empires crumble
and your millenia burns accross the sea.
Today became Forever
and your venom bore no seed.
Your voice still rings empty.
Your voice, sill... gone... silent.