Jagged breaths and fierce lines fold me, like paper
Doves of ivory wing and peaceful bough scrape my soulless hands
Waves lurch against the spiraling plaza on our gem-like shores in perfect sync-they know my every move
The fruit of now is tarnished

Knees dripping with perspiration and the crimson of the lifeblood
Dirt clings to my dry skin like bees to sweet honey
Velvet roses wet with the sparkling of knowledge
Only mental strength saves my fragile and broken body

The will of man gifts electric pulses to my focus
Arms spread wide, like the mother oak of her ancient years, fingers pressed to the bone-white sky
Scarlet red drips from the skyward open palms of the tearstained warrior
My destiny cannot be rewritten

Foreign lands fill with the sweet sensations
The bearings of the lost and humble make up my primal motivations
Fountains of plenty fall from the heavens and take root in reality, like diamonds of the rich
The fog rolls in with words unspoken and songs unsung

Promises not kept wither and die
Words unwritten fade from these pages
Balance restores itself from chaotic evil
This chapter must close