The draw of the stone pulls The Seeker near, Energized to reclaim what has been stolen From us all after the Fall. Where black meets white within the sphere Push, push through the fear. To strike each other at the core What once stood tall can stand no more. Mirrors crash around us all But in the shards One still can see A fractured self, longing to be free. Where black meets white within the sphere Push, push through the fear. A hazy scarlet glow tinges the horizon Melting towards the ground As the dusk quickly approaches. The stone is left alone. As the last crimson droplets of light drip from the sky, A wearied, but determined, hand Reaches for the stone, Clutches it, And holds it tight.