And when this tightrope
We are all marching across
Single file
Finally cannot withstand
Our weight any longer and breaks
Will we gladly free-fall in to the abyss?
When will the harvest come?
When shall we reap the fruits
That have been tended for centuries?
Weather-scarred bodies eternally bent over
Aching for rest
Dissatisfied with this barren endeavor we take to the sea
Where no mortal man can follow
In secret we built our wooden vessels
Hidden from prying eyes
Imbued with esoteric symbols of protection and freedom
We launched into the unknown
A sheet of endless dark glass
We tracked time with the lunar cycle
Its gentle caress more comforting than that of the harsh sun
Our floating homes gradually became circles perpetually cast
Drawing power from the moon and the waves
Attention focused on finding purpose
Evoking powers abandoned long ago
Summoning those who might offer a light
In this eclipse we had been living beneath
In the distance upon the horizon line
Loomed a misshapen shadow figure
This homunculus birthed of my own pride
Detached its arm and with it cleaved the sky
Cloud from cloud
Air from air
Our ships mere toys violently dancing among the frothy waves
As the mountainous golem drew closer
I recognized it as one of my own creations
In the moons past it must have gorged itself on arcane energies
To achieve these proportions
Immediately I recognized it
And gathered the materials together
To banish it from this realm
A masterless beast created by man
Much like that we left behind
