cascading into an omnipresent hold
this time, playing for keeps
the reckless abandon has chosen the darker side
no losses cut
the realm of the foul is the answer to despair
kingdoms have come and gone
but the universe holds true crown
nostalgia takes us nowhere but pain
and the end of distinguishable refuge draws near
sight divide
collide the conundrum of those chosen
defending in most contagious of influences
those immune with partial gift
jealous of all
the battle holds constant
with twenty-six of our best men on the front line
holding off the biggest threat in the history of all
ten crowns passed amongst us
each holding turn at just the right moment
consuming, just as they
with no regard for the peaceful conclusion