Scepter

Raise your head, servant

You have been bowed for far too long

Clench your fists, warriors

The time has already come

A life equally divided

Between the pride of your masters

And the ineffaceable scent of blood

You all thought your sacrifice

Was worth the cause

Governed with crosier and sword

Only to find shelter from the war of all

And so you saw it all

The dawn, the rise, the fall

The vicious cycle of hope and corruption

The dying light of ideals

Where there once was a rapture

And thus the doubt worms his way

And excavates these immaculate intellects

The charade falls apart

As you observe the scepter

Weaved in the air

Receptacle of favourable and dreadful fate

Aspiring to its taste

You conceive a realm delivered

From this stranglehold of betrayal

And suffocated revolt

One last chance to break all oaths

And reach for the throne

Yet the throne was hollow all along

Crossed out and sundered

By its internal inconsistent form

Power does not sit where you think it does

But lies in the interstices of what we think we know

Diffracted and dispersed

Let all scepters lapse in the dirt where they belong

Only to find shelter from the war of all

And so you saw it all

The dawn, the rise, the fall

The vicious cycle of hope and corruption

The dying light of ideals

Where there once was a rapture

And thus the doubt worms his way

And excavates these immaculate intellects