Constant
creation and form
one fragment of shelter
from heaven be torn
The bleeding through barriers
shine of redemption
The taste of renewal
let art once again be a weapon
The whim of the forger is theft from the flow
the hatchet now redden with creation's blood
Constant is forever
I am the creation
so bold in design
The errors of one thousand minds
bleed out through a world gone blind
This is the magic that a name would stain.