Heaven Skyy

Guarding laments ‘pon shoulders pressed.
Past glories have fallen, monuments toppled, in ruin.
Loves Crusades fought valiant and fierce.
Alas, as is nature, fatigue gives way to his indiscipline.
The young mans guard relented to weary arms.
His fight was long, arduous. His weighty armour becomes his downfall;
to his knees. Both warriors, they acknowledge the conclusion.
With Darwinian accuracy, the victor [...]

Through crypts long since vacated
I wander, the martyrs long since decayed.
Memories of their actions echo in the
cavernous voids, fading into nothing
as I continue to search, further, deeper.
No earthly light illuminates this
chamber, no icons shine through.
I wander still,
the escape is always just out of reach.