the metal man his arms weaponized and poised at the ready sanguine his face carved in bronze the 'darkly world has come' is the lens of his eye disturbs sublimely the world as it peers in narrow perception at the swift and reckless life of flesh and bone that moves all around his cold body
darkly come are the phrases like prayers uttered spoken with reverent malice spoken like evils true loves
neath the forest of life's sounds the labours of the steam engine that fuels this poor dark beast of a metal man sputters and heaves as its malformed intents work to move him to his destiny's grave
peaceful is this place in the world the winter sun dazzles the walkway neath snowbound tree as if by design such tender care made such devices to reach such metal creatures hidden heart to wrestle its soul from its dark purpose
twisted is the logic that pressed innocent metal to such dark works enslaved it to the meat of vile tongue and the bitter wine of such inhuman misery's
so here it tread in the gardens of eden its weaponized arms matching its uneven gait as it moves slowly neath the leaves its 'world come darkly' lens forever focused on the ever narrow path of its fate pity this creature as much as you ware it neath that dark eye the innocent metal it knows not how to break the iron grip of its master sorrow