the sun came out but his face was cooled
caught beneath a heap of distressing particles
so sweet, the song of glory

under a shadow of failed hidden trials
when the clock skipped its strike
he knew he'd been left for dead
ghastly and swelled up in a cold sphere
roll the windows down, air it out, dear
staying secluded, it's just for the game
they'll run off without him

time has taken too long to bring him home
so vicious, the uncontrollable entities
how lovely to become so powerful
forced to break habit, but not with ease

to tease and to taunt
another reckless man home
this time, a sculptor
disregard all consciences that tell you to refrain
how bold, to take a leap
instantly under attack