Majesty of Perception

A lone melody escapes the depths of darkness,

The earth lies slain, the wind’s pulse heartless.

Grand regiments of light march on unceasingly,

But bow to the Majesty of Perception increasingly.

A chorus builds hurriedly in harmonic dissonance,

Green trembles shyly to pale blue’s impudence.

Now all wait on edge for a glimpse of his highness,

And when the Red Guard rush forth finally he rises.

~Poet of Ephraim

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