With totalitarian slingshot look
Cast backward over a shouldered glance
Caressed by libraries long case book
That knowledge would be half a chance
For a sear less soul belittled in ruck
Ending the terror of sweet romance
Whose tortured mantle knows no bounds
Where galaxies infernos are unfurled
As Jacobs trumpet blistering sounds
Screeching at the heels of one most hurled
With titanic force ripped from the mound
Carried unseen from the depths of your world
Through the passage of time at the blink of an eye
Momentous destination is a wondrous thing
Over seven terrors of un-breathable sigh
Where unquenchable fire bleeds on a king
Laying siege to the fields of the blessed most high
Where glorious knights holdfast and sing
Whose rainbow of colours prism the night
Foes flickering tongues seek a foothold
Spontaneous tenacious unseeable sight
Quenched by the water of the stories untold
Holding the line of precipitous light
While the souls of glory are drawn into the fold
