Soft quips murmured unto the silence bound with air
Tearing a jagged line like fog through its belly
A sun shined ignoring its ivory legacy of beauty fair
Protesting silent arrogance floating its command *tell me*
Secrets churning
Unaware of danger cloaking the essence of life
Ignoring troubles intent on mourning
Preserving transparent happiness faked by a knife
Men battling with swords: such evil provoking their honor
Women crying out against talons digging for the gold hid within
Struggles met with shock and wonder
Contrasting gruesome acts of times beyond a stitched mend
Purely existing to understand the colorful hues
Tricked by the lure of wisdom; yet none above the stench of fools