Patterns are to be erased.
Burned, hoping all remnants will go away.
Determined despite pessimistic.
Some things have to change.
Something has to be done.
Not knowing that despite how many times the structure is ruined,
Crashed and broken,
Visions and stories of the old
Will continue to live on.
Like a scar on the surface.
Like a heart that is broken.
Soon tears will cease.
Soon the crashed shall re-form.
Into a stronger and a more captivating gem.
The one impossible for just anyone to bear.
It will be able to stand all the tests of time.
It can beguile kings to desire it.
It will make the greatest people hope for it.
It will, however, never belong to anyone else.
Only to the one who formed it back.
Only to the brave who decided to jump!