Burn
Lest ye be bold
Until the Quickening
Unlearned and still untold

Praise
Not
This
Dawn

The soil, pressed into dust by the heel
Below, nothing can ever return

Tower
Falls
That will become tomorrow today

Read
Reprise and reconvene
Take heed an emperor
Does not an empire make

Taste
Of
This
Wine

Stolen limb from cast
Nothing will ever return
Ever
As we lie

Tower
Falls
That has become tomorrow today


Search eye
And you
Will find
Not idly
They fly.