A Mortal Tear

What mortal tear? Traces this grand and ageless face. What twist and turn's of flesh? Can inspire divinities of old To lay waste to dreamscapes of A mere weak soul. Gracing the surface of dawn New light chases away... The shadows of the past. What mortal fear? Flies in a lives encompassing race. Tools of hand Rules of flesh Deities taste of forbidden dream's...lace. Lands of mere walking apes That claim the waste in a time of rape That drink the wine The immaculate Grapes of rancor What mortal eye...? In this age... Can see the island's wrapped in An arcane god's apathy... A province of unknown Seas's What face is this to see? Divinities own... A mortal tear.