Moth floating High above Wings scorched Limbs singed (Sky) Withered evergreen Lacking air The end Came swiftly (In) Crooked lips Wavered fealty Laugh amid The wreckage (Descend) We pebbles Formed mountains Gained arrogance Shattered back (Pieces) Cracked bleeding hands (the sky) No longer carve stone (descends) Water exists as (the end) Our only sculpter Cracked bleeding hands (cast of) Of soil and ore (static) Of carbon and steel (smoke) Of fortress and conquest