Ancient and holy

The missing one

The one who sits at the machine,

Complex and with permanent markings,

Rejected, idolized and depraved.

Silent in temporary seduction

He highlights his hunger for pain.

From one who is beaten into rebellion.

The amethyst crumbles, exfoliating those unready for war.

Time comes and promises end,

The dreaded era of logic,

The prophecised plague of acceptance.

Lonely and cold the symetry etches its fable.

Empty and starved,

Myopic and aimless in deed.