A sentry contemplates a destiny,
Cryptic visions within a crystal ball,
Mysterious clouds foretell history,
And chronicle consequences that befall.
The winds of fortune guide eternity,
Through wastelands wrought with suffering and vice,
for dreams of visionaries do come true
on the backs, of a selfish sacrifice.
Blood, sweat, and tears, in similar measures
Like conquered masses, see a Nation through.
Risking purgatory offers treasure,
Mighty Kingdoms, exchanged for mortal souls,
A legacy of luxury and pleasure,
puts the Prince of Darkness in full control.
Brian Bressler � June 24, 2000