No one really wants to do it,
But the hero, if it is
As sad and magnificent
As the hyena
Or the tear
As it evokes
Such customary rooms
What beast
Will take a hammer
To the sovereign
The sovereign beast
All nothing
In truth
But winds
Are romantic
And near the edges
Of these vast chaotic plains
Sarcovithic winds
Crash in
From the sea
Spice now buried
In joyous and agile
Ape-like clouds
To reign
