Portrait of the Knight of Wands

Echoes of Technological Destiny in Portrait of the Knight
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Lyrics

He stood upon the last

He positioned himself on the final defenses

Bastions of the place

Surveyed the strongholds of the area

Looked out on the ruins

Gazed upon the remains

With thunder in his face

Expressing intensity or determination


An introverted spectacle

A reserved and inwardly focused display

In the flowers on the rocks

Among the blossoms on the rocks

The daisies on the ramparts

Daisies on the defensive walls

Blowing free

Blowing freely in the wind


His heart was divided

His emotions conflicted

Clouds gathered in the sky

Clouds gathered in the sky, possibly indicating trouble

The belfry made of wood and steel

The bell tower, made of wood and steel, fell silent

Was silenced in it's cry

Suggesting a loss of voice or communication


Something must have happened

Something significant occurred

What, he wouldn't say

Details undisclosed

But shown within

But revealed when viewed through a broader historical perspective

The wider lens of history


His mission the transmission

His purpose was the dissemination

Of technological knowledge


One cannon trained upon the church

A cannon aimed at the church

This one caught his eye

This particular cannon drew his attention

"to keep the bishop in his place"

Expressing a desire to control religious authority

He muttered with a sigh

Uttered with resignation or regret


His mood was melancholy

He was in a gloomy mood

His attitude severe

His demeanor was stern

His inner burden

Internally burdened heavily

Weighed upon him mightily

A bird as never seen in books

A bird, unprecedented in literature

Flew in overhead

Flew overhead

A kind of dove it might have been

Possibly a dove, but no communication occurred

But not a sound was said


All the ancient knowledge lay

All ancient knowledge shattered on the ground

In pieces on the ground

The cause of his suffering wasn't love for the speaker

The cause of all his suffering

Was not for love of me

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His mission the transmission

His purpose remained the transmission

Of technology

Of technological advancements

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