Lunar Pendulum

Tear the fabric of the night As crimson fingers sear Come chime the bells from every earthly belfry For this dynasty of dreams With splendour built upon the restless waves The waves Our treachery of thought The heresy of will and aspiration And know, the truth is cried From unsung graves and gallows alike This pinnacle of highs and lows The pendulum will swing The shifting tide From serfs to the elite All that grows and all that withers Send your vanguard into my night Blow your horns of Eden My storm will sweep all specks of light away And know, the truth is cried From unsung graves and gallows alike This pinnacle of highs and lows The pendulum will freeze And oceans rise The lunar strain of time

Submitted by The Void — Feb 13, 2026