Psychomachia
Temple Of The Rising DustListen to the many wings
Flapping in the sky of the mind
They are the Angels in sweet euphony
They speak all the tongues of Babel
With voices that shaketh the Earth
And whispers that drive men doth insane
The Dark rages in an endless cacophony
A mad mind-piercing dragonish roar
Chanting a thousand chaotic tongues
Swaying the rising forming dust to fail
This is the Temple of the rising dust
Deep within the druming beating bust
Where the Words are flying all around
Like shards of a blade singing in a wound
