Unending realms, void of struggle.
Only undivided focus.
No subtle resistance to purity.
No echoes of judgement.
Frozen river.
Frozen sky.
A shard of ice in the mind's eye.
No walls coloured by the spirit of conflict.
No embers succelent from the flames of war.
Higher ground, make believe.
Sorrow follows where I lead.
A realm sick with disease.
Constant misuse and befoulment.
The grime is on our teeth.
Frozen river.
Frozen sky.
A shard of ice in the mind's eye.