Lyulf's Sonnet

Incessant beating of hearts into stone.
Cast out into the fields to roam.
Life-blood lost as I'm whittled to the bone.
When will I ever find my way back home?

Drowning within a sea of tears.



Take 2

<p>Incessant beating of hearts into stone.
Locked by shackles to the factory lines.
Grinding them down until they're naught but bones.
Whirring of cogs mimicking the divine.</p>

<p>Rough-edged gears mass produced to Subjugate.
Oil spilled into the fertile soil without.
Axels spin tirelessly to abdicate.
Hack away at the ever present doubt.</p>

<p>Shackles are shattered as wills are forged.
Souls mended as they come around the bend.
Scions of relentless might soon emerge.
They rise ever higher to transcend.
Eyes gazing deep within as they transcend.</p>

<p>Twin paradigms of the natural realm.
Humanity left struggling at the helm.</p>