you wouldn't know what happened to you if it weren't for the fog of war

Hunted for in buckled fortune
I turn my eyes to surmise
And recollect what was left unspoken
Issuing the darkest decree despised
Even though the glass veins were unsealed

Who will blame me for holding my own
Burying remnants of catastrophe
It wasn't for me to see, this cacophany
Spotted vermin leeching willows for blustering chances
Amid the suffocating gamut tied together
We shouldn't view this rift with bliss
It ignored our togetherness to shift

Clocks dangling from a midnight passage
Where we had learned of it's needed recourse willingly
It can't be translated fully without assistance, you see?
But this gives hope you'll return to me

Sparkling fodder into entrails so dark could ignite this world upon it's return to harbored discourse
If we could but seek it through what was left behind
And you will find the time to realize
Only now or when it comes full circle in a bonfire of the records we kept
Left a mess, nowhere left
Broadness begets an openness
And it holds a site for lengthened trials
Immobile and bolstered above forgotten miles

Find the light in this plight
It holds passion behind the blight
The substance we were born to keep
Embedded beneath for you to seek