We walk atop the clouds,
above the oceans, that have swallowed,
the crowns that we had once worn,
wave, after wave, dragging the sands into her tables.
Look upon the sky of black,
where the thousand stars reside,
while in the dark, they harmoniously spin,
the seven brothers of the Alpha and Omega.
Brothers, once united strong,
have grown apart with seas in between,
now look at one another with discrimination and disgust,
eyes now containing anger, and fists clenched with iron.
The comets, they fill my pupils,
my heart now filled with stone,
as we walk the path of good and evil,
and watch Castor and Pollux cut each other's throats.