Paradox

Walking In these Lands,
I See,
Withering Souls in the Wind,
Grime on all doors.
Everyone is Lame.
Just the Beast of burdens, 
Crying out in vain.
Trespassing the fields
With utter Alacrity
And no fear for Trinity.

At the end of this road
Unfazed by all this chaos
A toddler wearing that glittered smile
Seemed to be an Angel
Reaching the clouds and sun 
In this Chasm.
Sparkeld gripped his eyes 
Seeing fly swirl in the air.
Still maneuvering his dreams to be a man.