Blue steel and crisp copper bristle
Between the stones and porticoes of
Your domain, under a watchful eye,
Guarding sanity and enlightenment.
My nervous watchfulness, restlessness
Missing something, that you were hiding,
Melted down my back in a warm rush as we
Chased your whispers over worn cobbles.
Amid the constant clamor and temptation
Your unseen stare was a song to me,
We ran a vortex that ended just through a door
A trap that promised eternity rather than death.
Breathless, it was always just one more
You played the joker before I laid eyes
Staying out of reach to keep me guessing
Thinking I would never reach the sacred end.
And of course, the playful ghost of a smile
Disappeared the moment I saw you.
Towering above all the others drawn
To the alter beneath in the temple above.
I imagined the stone you threw
Laying in a pool of the giant's blood
A warning to all who trod on knowledge
And keeping brutality at bay.
Never has intention been so sublime
Yet so sharp and strong and proud.
A razor, a savior
Of all humanity.
I dream of that stone
Of gliding under your shadow
To return to you.
Under copper bristles and crisp blue steel.
Ageless.
Forever.
In Stone.
And blood.
Between the stones and porticoes of
Your domain, under a watchful eye,
Guarding sanity and enlightenment.
My nervous watchfulness, restlessness
Missing something, that you were hiding,
Melted down my back in a warm rush as we
Chased your whispers over worn cobbles.
Amid the constant clamor and temptation
Your unseen stare was a song to me,
We ran a vortex that ended just through a door
A trap that promised eternity rather than death.
Breathless, it was always just one more
You played the joker before I laid eyes
Staying out of reach to keep me guessing
Thinking I would never reach the sacred end.
And of course, the playful ghost of a smile
Disappeared the moment I saw you.
Towering above all the others drawn
To the alter beneath in the temple above.
I imagined the stone you threw
Laying in a pool of the giant's blood
A warning to all who trod on knowledge
And keeping brutality at bay.
Never has intention been so sublime
Yet so sharp and strong and proud.
A razor, a savior
Of all humanity.
I dream of that stone
Of gliding under your shadow
To return to you.
Under copper bristles and crisp blue steel.
Ageless.
Forever.
In Stone.
And blood.
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