Everlasting Fields

I had ten Rings but not a voice nor choice.

They’re about to betray my brethren.  


But the victory beckons us survivors.

Harken, the sound of towering machinations, within their ruining ruminations.

We will not be paved, and today there will be no skyboat to keep you safe.

You have erred on misguided soil. One that holds the tears.

Revelation is just a revolution. You will find none here, never.

My last Ring stands true.

Their progeny will never see ghosts weeping and dying for pastures of everlasting unanimity.

So it’s decided. And the mourning-scream squalls out of me!


Haastan otsikolla - "Rainbow Simplicity"