Oh dear, Lands of Safety, don’t leave.

I still yearn to fully assimilate

the doctrines and enlightenments you breathe

from your sagacious lungs that lead our fate.

I shall miss your smooth, sapphire voice and rhyme,

your lush, emerald robes veiling us from

the wicked, greedy hands of Law, Bank, Time,

and Change, who help the Dawn to strip you from

your true name we shall remember, Safety

to only replace it with “Paradise”.

I refuse to abandon quietly

and forget your lustrous, dream, ruby skies.

Unfortunately, the Dawn sees the jewels

with its ravenous intent, we are fools.