A simple task

While the trails of our eyes form nothing but simple echoes of nostalgic-fused reflection, we face tomorrow with the essence of today.

The empire's growth is draped in shadows as silence snowballs towards the truth.

If such people sought the title of the People's King, that person would be "The King."

Upon the shores of ichi gummi, a banderswath laid,
wings folded and draped between a summers shade.

As reflections, we seek a sordid silence and such is sorrow that it's shown,
and as you let your head hang low,
please,
let it rise up again!