AscendanceMy dreams are the monolith in your hollow sky built by my hand, the testament of my will,
Fingers of stone point forever, mocking me, but my ascendance will humble you yet.
Those words you spoke are but a whisper now drowned out by the herald of my rebirth,
But I assure you those words were not in vain as they ignited the fire to my life.
The wall of your contempt has fallen, and you are left defenseless,
But take my hand regardless because this victory is yours as it is mine.
The wall of your contempt has fallen, and you are left defenseless.
For years you tread upon my aspirations told me that I was not meant for this,