Thoughts of a Loner.

Seeker of the Wind. (By Sapphirus)

In this age of gilded deceit,
He did doth wander,
A lone observer with vision truly unclouded,
Amidst the rabble's noise he perceiveth,
The waning of honour and the decay of truth,
Mirthless laughter echoes from the hollow halls,
As souls barter integrity for a fleeting favour,
T'was once a land of valour and wisdom,
Now besmirched by hubris and wanton pride.

In this age of gilded deceit,
Lo, the man in his rags,
Doth toil with hands so calloused,
His spirit burdened as he seeketh solace in fleeting light,
Yet findeth naught but scorn from those above,

"Gods?"

No,
They were the wealthy with their opulent feasts,
Regard him not but as a shadow in the light,
Judgement rains upon him with injustice so severe,
For in this world worth is weighed in gold,
For in this world worth is weighed in gold.

In this age of gilded deceit,
Misconceptions spread like a plague,
The virtuous mislabelled and the wicked are praised,
Fair maidens with pure hearts,
Are harlots in disguise,
While knaves in silken robes are deemed noble,
The wise men of council are oft ignored,
For the babble of fools is nectar to itching ears,
Criticism falls upon the just,
Whilst sycophants are showered with false adulation,
Thy is the tattered reality.

In this age of gilded deceit,
See how the children of the world are abandoned,
By a society more concerned in wealth,
Their cries for help are drowned by the clinking coins,
Their dreams crushed beneath the heel of greed,
Elders who once were revered and cherished,
Now languish in forgotten corners,
Lonesome,
The fabric of kinship once tightly woven,
Now frays under the strain of selfish gain,
But you sinners shall behold the rage of him,
He who observeth with his crimson eyes.

In this age of gilded deceit,
His heart ablaze with righteous fury,
He speaketh not of vengeance but of awakening,
Of casting off the shackles of blind avarice,
In his chest a fire doth burn,
To see the dawn of a new world reborn,
For in the ruins of this corrupted realm,
Lieth the seeds of a pure and just future,
Rage on,
Rage on he who seeth beyond the dying lights,
Against the rising tide of moral decay,
Raise thy voice,
A clarion call in opaque darkness,
To awaken those who slumber in complacency,
For though the world be mired in the shadows,
There remaineth hope as a flickering ember,
He who observeth must also act,
Lest the world be consumed by its own madness.

In this age of gilded deceit,
He walketh on ever vigilant,
A solitary figure in the land of shadows,
With each step he doth vows,
Vows to resist the temptation,
To fight against the tide of societal ruin,
For in his heart there lies a world,
World where truth and justice reign,
World where poor are uplifted,
World where education is knowledge not a competition of good scores,
World where people stand united,
Rather than divided by class and society,
World where the bonds of kinship are renewed.

~ Sapphirus