Fingers through salt, mind through silt

The toxic winds howling through its basin

Like the waves of old used to

Swirled like living mountains reversed

Reflected by the sky in mists of blue

What has become of thee?

No boats anymore, epitomes of wrongdoings

They rise like broken statues

When the immortals fell, I was there and saw

Madness that was before foolish eyes

Man against Man

Longing for divinity that came too soon

A prayer for salvation

King was wrong, but there are no more words

No greetings, no farewells

Only Titans colliding as the world is weeping