Their burnt Magnum Opus.
In search for the one which gave them hope-
the glories, the riches, and the life worth it all.
Scientists and philosophers alike,
they travelled far and wide.
Till the end.
Till their ends.
The owner of the one
worn of temptations searched another.
A fantastical cure for life’s dull weariness.
To heal the scars of time and restore.
A sliver to transmute
hearts of stone.
Their hearts of stone.
shines upon their lucid skies
guiding the lone ships to unknown lands
to battles to be won and legends to be sung
to vanquish the stark limits of man
They appear cloaked under
Then they storm with war calls
for warriors they are living or dead
fighting the enemies like their ancient Gods
seizing the day after day to win
their names etched with the brave
in bright skies
Wish him luck,
for he’s a worldly man.
He stands for justice, work, and himself.
An odd amalgam- contradicting each other.
He assigns himself desperate tasks,
to prove his precious worth,
as his self sympathy.
He doesn’t believe in mere failures.
A no-nonsense guy, as righteous as they come.
He will cure the world of delusions.
The world only exists,
as he sees.
Just as he sees it.