[ IP ] The City of Palaquin

The Tale of Palaquin Held in the Sky, Of Hubris, and Fear, and that Almighty Lie. 
 
 It happened one night, 
 then the city awoke 
 and the mountains and ocean were gone. 
 
 The sun cast no light, 
 and nobody spoke 
 but they ringed the whole rock they stood on. 
 
 Way down below 
 shone the sun as it rose, 
 A coin by a giant stone eye. 
 
 Some decided to know, 
 as these things always go, 
 `` Our virtue lifts us to the sky!'' 
 
 And yet the stone giants do n't move again. 
 They stay where they stay, where they always had been. 
 
 The silence, far worse 
 than their sudden upheaval, 
 unsettled the skeptical few. 
 
 `` Our sin bears a curse! 
 The stain of our evil! 
 And all along only we knew!'' 
 
 The slaughter is swift 
 and the laws become swords 
 and the people choose not to give birth. 
 
 That hate grows a rift 
 between peasants and lords, 
 while they wait to get thrown to the Earth. 
 
 And yet the stone giants do n't move. Again. 
 They stay where they stay, where they always had been. 
 
 The cycle, of course, 
 will cycle once more, 
 and after that next one another one's born. 
 
 For the giants are stony 
 to these people here only, 
 and to people quite far they are people quite lonely. 
 
 Whose jobs are to guard 
 against threats from afar 
 but they're treated like outcasts wherever they are. 
 
 And sometimes they're walls, 
 or friends you can call, 
 or the horsemen who might end it all. 
 
 But however they seem, 
 in whichever What's dream, 
 you know you can trust what they say. 
 
 They're holding you up and they'll be there again. 
 They stay where they stay. Where they always had been.
