Born of Abandoned Hope

Graciousness forms the apparel of the meek, tempered in blistering hues of aura crafted with the breath of exhaustion sinking deep into the soul of the soulless, there it wanders with eyes open wide, a pop of life silenced by its surroundings, forsaken lands filled with despotic nature, crucified their interior along with their exterior, proceeding cautiously as it gravitates toward the center, connecting humble origins placing the palm of its heart onto forced separation, the wind wraps around creating sanctuary healing the wounded descent of sacrifice, predetermined by its antecedents, a child born through ashes into the world's callous ever ruling appeal.