Time has left unpaged
and i shall never mourn
when you were allowed to drive away.

Tomorrow will rise,
you may stand repealed
when we were bound by decaying seasons
keeping us safe from damnation,
that you may even own little life for good.

When your swain rejoiced,
I will always remember that dreary body of
blasphemous and fearful deeds
of dauntless courage.

Time will continue wishing for a thousand lights.
You will be forever remain composed
by the grace devotion of years that burn
in our eternal vessels.

But if this rarity were not meant to last long,
I will always recall the innocence of youth
that plays upon our clouded azure skies and windless air.

I was told not to move
Or my father will disprove
I must improve or remove
The reason why I need to prove

The cold was frigid
making every statued human rigid
The was block was human grided
As if the town was knitted

The fire raged
But I was caged
The men from the houses rampaged
But there I was, unpaged