When shadows are frosted by dust on the wall,
The heavens haze over and birds turn to fall.
Some men never bother to notice the night,
As they claw across history, towards Eternity's light.
When land has an unrecognizable face,
A carpet of corpses who fight for their space,
A question that should have been solved with their deaths,
But defeated things seem to argue who's best.
A lifetime may pass under Scrutiny's war,
And light may dissolve into legends and lore,
And stories of children who once roamed the sea
Will soak in the sand where they lost what could be.
As time tides the trial of time taking life
Water will wash clean the blood of the knife
That once drowned a bird and damned it in strife
Then cursed it for falling one warm, shadowed night.