1. Battle Before the Brawl
Our illusions shimmer with fervor,
Reticent of the reality that our filaments are diffusing—
Beyond that lucid barrier patron and bulwark of marble and sea
Lies a canvas of darkness around both polarities,
Churning out rotations of players rioting against deities,
Among many a singular bodies soberly accepting consignment,
Watching aggregating forces burning with fury,
Impatiently awaiting the fated induction then fall,
Markings of presence reduced to pinpoints
Miscast orbs bleeding potential, glinting the same faint reality
Until that sheen of construction,
Never more a dust in the darkness