The pillars of this world run deep
Grown from the innermost core
They unceasingly strive upwards
Trying
To touch the firmament
Damned to never reach it
Because they are built from bones
Blessed to carry and hold this world
In the eternal balance
Of becoming and decay
Because they are built from bones
The pillars grow from the source
Of this world
All existence in this world builds
On the source
The source bears all the weight
Of this world