The Wedger's Legacy
The height left behind us mocks us.
Super power to bitter dowager
In the cowering blink of an eye.

Old friend's hope poxes upon us.
No assets seen in our ledger
Just the avaricious dull eye.

Evil pacts made to sate our lust.
Glorified to save base metal,
Lines foul nests with shiny trinkets.

Screeching for consumption, we must
Gather dust in lieu of mettle,
Final comfort as our sun sets.

Where will the next shining star rise?
What dreams, what hopes will launch it up,
Strive for excellence not yet seen?

As they pursue unheard of skies
Will they stay the course, hoist a cup?
Or on wings descend to obscene.

Pray they do not follow our lead
Leaving new heights behind unscaled
Rushing to early avalanche.

Dying before they're truly freed
And in the face of vastness paled,
With sickly all erasing blanch.

All consuming false fear blocks us
No leader, only a wedger
tracks a blinding fall from the sky.

The height left behind us mocks us.
Super power to bitter dowager
In the cowering blink of an eye.
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