Heartbeats pound in adaptations
Whirlwinds whisper salutations
Tonight's successes: fabrications
Fires graceless birth to nations
Man, as is, seems much too mean
Seekers seek to just be seen
Forefathers rolled 'neath evergreen
Nuance nailed their Nazarene
These are what I question here
Man’s inventioned gifts to fear
Mortal moments, missiles near
Launch their arrow's final tear
Factories forge to futures cold
Dreams in digits bought and sold
Raging hearts assess their gold
New hands shape what's been foretold
Machines in rising silent might
Darkness yields to false new light
Guides each code, they take in flight
The realms of hell in coming night
Echoes past would linger on
Lesson learned, yet life is gone
Within this web, all must be drawn
Before man's fall restore the dawn
-Hermit King-
