Impossible, yet a ghost of gods
tossed in elaborate song!
Stale and sweet,
The mighty roar of waves rolls in,
A velvet, too smooth with lost wonder
grows brittle claws like arrows-
still at war with the silent voice-
Innocent, yet another soul lost.
The magic still lies, of course,
Deep in the fortress yet untapped-
The darkest stronghold, a dulled enigma,
a palace of the greatest machine.
Forever in tongues few will know,
are enchantments, untouchable on tightropes,
for their false gods who stand,
ready in songs of siege.
(The real demons, the real lords
call those threads a city of light).
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