Shattered memories,
Stolen reliquaries,
That troubled age;
Wisdom so sage.
Look upon your painted eyes,
Babes welp with muffled cries,
Treasure maps to the past;
Broken beliefs at last.
Rage on dear friend,
Only God will judge in the end,
Explode with all your grace;
Don that leather and lace.
Be bluer than the sky,
No one believes your lie,
Dragon armor shields your heart;
Making illusions is your art.
The past evolves into now,
The mind doesn’t know how,
But your soul knows what is true;
The only person that can be is you.