The Waking Realm
Dreadnought
In this cruel awakening
I tried like all before
To reconcile with all that was
And all that is to come
There I fade
Collapsed, entranced
By such complexity
Astounded by the grandeur
Of the waking realm
The entrance of my kingdom hides
Lies dormant like the seeker
Open and persuaded
Observing with boundless eyes
The measure of our movements
Only live in the constraints of time
Cowardice begets mediocrity
The hour is nigh
Stale satiety cannot comfort us
The hour is nigh
Golden eyes ascending
From the embers
Endure through the seething heat
Through the ether they glide
An eastern wind carries the spark
Into the open
These orbs behold an emerald sea
Beyond the scorched earth
Memories unfold
Beckon the unknown
What sustains my light
Ravages the life
Of those who fly this far
A tribe relentless
Red, red peaks pierce clouds
With their splintered cloaks
Though roaring waves would prove fatal
Their crests and crashes inspire
To satisfy the object of my journey
In spite of the danger at hand
I glimpse ivory shores
A new chapter begins