Navigate the Seas of the Sun part 2. A poor attempt to complete something old

Upon crystal cathedrals of the deeps
the silence brightly gleams
upon the mountains with fearful speed
through redwood estates to Holy Cities

of shattered glass where
stories forgotten scream
Of foolish invested children
with knives and fire raised

In the heroic dawns
of their lives spent storied lies
Down the rabbit holes
with flea market blades

Some sad little dream
of danger, taught against the sky
One raised up wrong
unable to quit childish days

Stammering fear for
this common disloyal world
creeps about the spine
wishing to be normal and fine

Ugly arrows of cruel words
Against his banner uncurled