Glory

Intrepid wonderer atop the apex of universal dominion.

There is light here, but too shadow - shadow which fleets and hides beneath the glimmering pillars of entrenched glory; ringing eternity.

Loneliness plays upon a golden harp, and envy keeps her company; while throngs of angels play alongside demons in a gallant show of pomp and pageantry.

Cool as ice and warm as a lover's kiss.

Here, in the realm of seraphim and omnipotence reigns everything and nothing, fading lost in the blink of an eye.

Eternity flashes and passes, bleeding red into another page of another song.

Ensconced in golden hues and paling yellows, cradled in the comfort of adoring love and raging hatred unbent, sits and sinks the one above everything.

Broken.