Brokenly grinning, the old colossi
Lie in their fractured patterns
Of silent watching, torn from
The people that saw them made
In ages past where dwelt hope.
The lands around lie thunderstruck
To see this city rise once more,
An epilogue apparently, come again
To make curious the minds of all
Who see, wonder, colossal interest.
Gouged and cracked, storm weathered
In the dank forestry, the colossi see
More than we may know, dreamscape reels
To hear the dark call thought of
As a thing of days past, burning out.
Peals cry out, far ringing storm
Of sound as the faithful gather
Around this unhallowed place
Deeply attracted by the scents
Of my darkness filling this land.