Humanity

Atop Her crystalline mountain of Superficial Tranquility, Humanity swoons there Crying, And Her tears slide in Anguish over the cliffs, Turning into snowflakes on their Graceful decent, Delicate and Mysterious, Until in one final Act of Betrayal, The wind that carried them so Gently from the rocks edge, Hurls them with Brutal Carelessness, To shatter as all Beauty does, into nothing but Glitter on the Dust that shall one day consume us all, Just as it now slowly Consumes This Queen, And what will our race have then to Blame, for its Thoughtlessness, As we eat our young, And lick the Wounds of our Master! there has Never been a man so Insolent as he who Believes he is not part of Her Suffering!