Architect

Behind closed eyes a vision stirs One of will lost to another Channeled through ancient premonitions Our fate from she who governs all The sun shines naught but for her The cold of night her dreary tears Is my heart one born of hers? Whose fate is held within my hands? With open eyes a vision awakens One of will made manifest Defiant of ancient premonitions Free from she who governs none I lament over the death of self I watch as my thoughts depart The sun shines naught but for her The cold of night her dreary tears Is my heart one born of hers? Whose fate is held within my hands? Ashen deity of hellish chains I refuse your cruel subjugation I steer my vessel, clear of blight The map, my own exhausted hands So time decrees, a second birth To plant their dreams inside the earth Bearing fruits free of deception No longer slaves to surreption Woe betide the one who claims Another spirit's salvation The sun shines naught but for all Now born, absent of fear My heart is one born of mind And fate is left to unseen lands A kingdom born of unfettered hope The key to entry, transcendence Seen only through a sterile scope I have built resplendence