Onward.

Let us walk, 

Lest we forget,

That the steps we took,

Have been left behind.

Semblance

The mirror broke,

And so did the image, 

In thousand, thousand pauses, 

 A violent birth that altered all,

The semblance and the sync, 

By the valleys of crest and the peaks of trough, 

Everlasting ephemerally,

To shatter the illusion,

Restive to change,

Of face and fate, fickle of desire

the ring of truth, absolved by fire,

Sand, silica and stone of lime,

Filling the void, bereft of heart, 

Gathering, gathering,

In ages untold, 

Layers of past and of that present,

Dust and ashes, Bricks of blood, 

Raised in memory, forgotten barrow,

Tombs of today, altars tomorrow,

True to find,

In semblance, of semblance, for semblance, 

A voice raised, in echo unheard,

Whispering reflections, the sentinel erred.