Crystal Asunder

I see the cadence

Random but altogether clear

This scorn was never mine

Though it's all that I hold dearFutile charity, holy promises

I dream it all away

This consequence is yours to keep

I shun it all awayStone, buried, asunderI burn stale fever running high

Clawing at my skin

The temple the wraith has had its say

In the bright transparent lightStone, buried, asunderAnd I define a wanton cold

And I decline the patterns of old

You will never defeat

The cadence sublimeStone, buried, asunder