Wonder’s Epitaph

By: Curiosity

Hidden from those gifted in sight
Sketches in dark; never in light
Stays unseen to all but the blind
Only in darkness you will find
A world exiled from arcane arts
Yet hope remains in paper hearts
Loyalty turns its blade on vow
None of the slain can know him now
The sin which caused the scale to sway
The unbalance of night and day
Scrolls stained with the noble bloodline
Wasted prayers to wasteland’s shrine
The mystic lives in pulsing ink
Serpent chains form a holy link
A pauper dawns the royal crown
Fated to save the dunes that drown