Within and Of Water and Steel

Cast Into The Ocean? 

Or Risen Up from the Primal Magma, which Runs through the Veins of the Earth, Giving Structure and Form to Ancient Machinery, Built to Power to the Farthest Time?

You Would Believe in the Things Giving an Eternal Flame to Her Eye’s Zeal 

If You Felt Her Tears Fall With Every Motion

Her Grand Machinery Ticks As Time Goes On

Woodworks of a Goddess,

Her Silent Pulse, Bubbles of Light Releasing To the Surface to Remind Us Of Her Persistence

to the Farthest Time

Her Severe Mechanics, Devouring and Expending Heat at Once

They Offer the Greatest Harvest

Whose Fruits Are Only Enjoyed

By Those Who Walk Where Oblivion Grows and Stretches To Its Farthest Reach