Heed from calamitous choirs erstwhile known to reign from up above thee!
Infinite titles impotently bestowed upon triumphant crowns
Mighty prestige granted from blighted love within complacent idols
Hail agued tomes – once divine, once tenacious, then decayed; now frail.
Shameless fame and fortune thought to thrive best within things destined to rule
More libations poured to dedicate crafted leaders who print to shine
Those streams holding undisputed power that few masses dared to quench
Unknowingly cursing their tributes to be granted finite favour
Centuries swindled ravenous egos obscuring their fall from Man
Evolving evermore past obscured visions of wretched privilege
Those sights burned to dust and shattered like spirits within unchallenged minds
Blind and helpless, sickly and secluded; diverse books cast in shadow.
When light beams, their tales discovered true;
There lie the Poets, doomed to rise anew.