Description
An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Birthed of ash
Her bosom bleeds
A life worth living?
Her past. His future
Civilized? Who shall judge?
Scorched growth
Contorted and chaotic
Her roots run deep
The unseen and forgotten
Transmuted to life anew
Through time
Ever fast to bloom again
Seeds spread by Father
Mother’s zephyr brings calm
Burn to be reborn
A codex lost but not forgotten
The Newest Testament
Yet to transpire
Destructive races forgiven
In love we awaken
Atone no more
A chapter is written
A page is turned
The World welcomes You
