Steel wades through seas to part.
Seizing the land with the arc.
Famine, disease bring to hark
The Citizens of the lost art.
Tremble does he who halt.
Finger points pricking at the fault.
Unsteady is the hand to the wound.
He, too, casualty of doom.
Glass bided by black.
Sew up the tears of a maniac.
Gilded sludge of the spine.
Authored by no one of no other time.