Spendor in the Storm

 
resolving the differences
it is a math equation
with no logic to it
it's all angles no chords

to your left, to your left...march
sleeting in the mathematical and electrical charge
whispering to dragons on the airs
manipulating darkness here and in the void

sweeping through the energies I detect fear

my son are you yet a tyrant?

then give me your reign of tyranny
let us have solemn peace
a moment in time without opposing factions,,, friction
remember you love your peoples on all planes
they grieve you and equally bring you joy

you are so close to the fruition of your dream companions
don't give up now
think before you make the orders of destruction

fascination in faith
and yes I too desire intrigue
but let's be sensible
and yes my men are standing at attention

as in chess it's your move,, my dear