The Majesty of Perception

A lone melody escapes from the depths of darkness,
The earth lies slain, the wind’s pulse heartless.
Grand regiments of light march on unceasingly,
But bow to the Majesty of Perception increasingly.
A chorus builds hurriedly in harmonic dissonance,
Green trembles shyly to pale blue's impudence.
Now all wait on edge for a glimpse of his highness,
And when his red guards rush forth, finally he rises.

~Poet of Ephraim

Thank you for this stunning work. Sometimes it takes some time and a few readings before I begin to sense what is there. But oh how I love it when the red guard begin to glow.