Prisms in My Mind

Open up my eyes to shine
The light through prisms in my mind
A temple waits below the stars, aligned
Wayward spirits of a fallen empire
Dance in the smoke of a torch’s fire
High before the pillars of its walls
Words of sages glow along the halls
My father spoke of gardens bathed in ice
A man-made airborne traveling device
God’s who feared their own disciples
A faith conceived by shrieking psychos
My home lies in the mountainside
Just west of the world’s divide
In the blackest trenches of its ravine hides
The abysmal ground where my father died
On the sunrise, I ride each day to the temple
Lured by the taunt of a mysterious breeze
A painting of a sinister man hangs
Above a crystal shrine
With the setting sun, colors turn to dust
A mirror stands before my eyes


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