Sable serenity fades
As golden fissures open
To be filled with rosy lies,
For a sacrifice of tranquility.
The golden orb rises,
Eradicating all hope of peace,
The height of itís reign,
Offering sanctuary for worship,
As men toil like ants,
Under itís baleful glare
Those left standing
Sulk back to their homes.
Blood flows freely from the land,
Staining crimson the western sky,
As a lavender army
Overtakes that of crystalline blue,
Ushering in a new era,
One of peace and song, and harmony
Under the placid silver rule,
And infinite council of twinkling peace.
Until once more,
Ruddy streams taint raven ideals
On the eastern front.