Vanguard
 

We burnt these skies.
Dyed them in ochre.
The only light to be seen,
For a hundred thousand miles.

Amongst these endless fields,
Of a somber cry,
Defened by the hiss,
And the rattling of chains...

A rabbit warren of;
Mistrust and deceipt.
Of shattered ambition.
She cries upon us all.

The tears, metallic...
Pound the surface.
In a futile endeavour.
An attempt to wash clean.

And so I stand.
Hands outreached.
In hope that that may happen.
That things will clear.

With a simple touch.

That mud will dissolve.
And run from our skin,
So that we may all see,
Our true faces once more

That was beautiful. Don't we all? :(