Within the Halls of Bone and Glory
A hearty nod and boastful lip to the one whose keen eyesight requires no crystal his besieged soul in devastation and waste laid to bare now he resides a fist supporting his skull and bone in a moment of boredom a thoughtful inaction this rejuvenation a peaceful repose born from the insatiable desire the hopeless folly his reoccurring burden each season begins anew entrenches his impoverishment yet to himself true he remains to the one found fair each consequence he bares white fangs glistening the enemy of heaping stranglers attempted a capture his feigned grace a clever appeasement the wise escape mending in isolation the lovely solitude this hollow castle its aged walls and battlements no longer to house the living dead formulating plans strategic remodel each stone formed with care the emerald ivy crawls idly toward a new heaven the window panes beckon the twilight's glow each ray filtering casts a shimmering silhouette reveals a crack his bitter angst greets each morn for another moment is extinguished a cozy crackling in the hearth a thought of grateful rebirth yet each shadow wriggling in the corner the chilled cornice gives testament to the coaxing desire of a dethroned master it bears his scars hides the wounds and as his heart pulses vigorous within his breast another diving hawk shrieks within his chest an enchanting journey materializing within the raven's cry a friend to melancholy awakens a new hope an enchanting vision of a new glory tears him from the scorn.