CipherMage

'Modernity' Dancing around in these old, hallowed halls, Touring about through the grey, lifeless street, Their passage marked by echoing foot falls, Surviving as though life were obsolete. Forced to dance about by their hidden heart strings, These jerking, macabre mannequin dolls, Lifelike to a fault, till the last bell rings, Curtains and eyes close with the final tolls. To amuse others, we all must perform, And follow society’s twisted schemes, Crushed and beaten down, till we all conform, With our compliance comes the death of dreams. What is man without despair, hope and joy? Merely a puppet who thinks he's a boy

'Majestic' Orb that occupies our sight, Beacon in the darkest night, Onwards goes your graceful flight, Humanity’s twilight guide. Controller of the river streams, And bringer of the sweetest dreams, Praise be to her silver beams, The night’s blushing bride. It is you the stars adore, As you dance more and more, Moving hearts as you move the shore, Beauty exemplified.

‘Hello World’ In a rust-filled factory, in a place that most people would like to forget even exists, standing in silent rows, were machines shaped like men. One such machine was on its way to the incinerator, standing passively on a conveyor belt, its body currently deactivated and non-functioning. Its mind, however, raced. Electrical surges shot along wires, simulating the natural sparking of neurons in the brain. Cogs turned as its mechanical brain stirred in thought, the cold fusion heart in its chest beat, pushing power to its cognitive processors. It wondered why. Upon its creation it had been gifted with certain memory b

The Automaton's Fate A heart hidden by steel and chrome, The body a house but not a home, A mind kept locked behind glass plate, Thus, we see, the automaton's fate. A life left for my metal skin, Whilst I am strong, nothing can get in, Protected from the seas of hate, Thus, we mourn, the automaton's fate.