The Country Lies Broken
The country lies broken, though mountain and ocean remains,
A showcase of timber turned sacred armada, scorched by what the crimson claimed.
Perishment of such unnameable scale within its castle wars, a scene of sin,
For the sea of ember carries the ascended souls, back fourth towards the heaven.
Present within the blessed peach garden, all but a solemn white lotus remains,
A figure though limps through, with tear and steel.
“For I carry parchments worth more than this kingdom”, the w