Shovel away the grit and grime
And you will find your chief of diamonds
The lone holder of sapphire dreams
Lush and scenic, divine and without blemish

He revolts
Cursed without motive
Forced to the brink of mayhem
And savagely ostracized!

But In the shadow of eves
He conjures sweet melody
A fallen spirit
Unscathed and flawless

The verses came to pass!
Stanza upon stanza
Structured high and menacing
His tireless quill bathed in ecstasy!

Shovel away
And you will find true wonder
Beyond the crude exterior
Beneath the lowly squalor
This battered soul, is not your inferior
Growing Unashamed
Manifesting to greatness

Keep your vigilance
Far ahead your treacherous path!