Starboard the torrential turquoise roar, beneath the thunder head. Mine thoughts surge forth ’cross storm-swept shores, toward the looming sentinels.
Titanic they rear high o’erhead, abrupt in brutal grace. Pillars of steel and glass, concrete; aswirl in the vapour. All the world before us falls silent into the sea.
Far from heart or mind or sight, and swooning ‘midst the assault; for confusion, fear and lost hope rally now against me. I feel like I’ve seen defeat from which I can’t return.
I might be on the verge of breaking the eleventh hour; the Collider’s course crashes me here upon these distant shores.
My heart astrife, breath heavy with hell; sat up in the midnight. I can’t remember why i’m here, or who I’m fighting for.