I, this voice of reason in this
Messianic age, sigh and spy
Emergent properties of chaos
As goblins cry, “Come buy! Come buy!”

“Buy up our shambolic symbol,
Buy up all the ink we pour
Surrounded by invincible
Ignorance–glee of the poor.”  

“The first shall be last, the last first.”
So with the best there came the worst.
There’s no reward for what I do,
No assistance. I quietly resist,
Cincinnatus, the black tide’s flow.

And all along the watchtowers,
Where ancient wizards keep their view
I, among angelic bowers,
Look out for a glimpse of you.