The question remains the answer

Ask the questions to a stolen sky,
Reason bereft from the Angel's sigh,
As everything that was, now fades away,
The vermillion painting shaded in gray,

The simple ebb of the human tide,
Feeble grasps on the ignorant night,
Dawn, the reflection of a broken mirror,
The dusk gifts the darkest shiver,

Fleeting snow now covers the eye,
The mask of pretense, ripped free,
Golden thoughts now shamelessly disguised,
Every last bridge now burnt from inside,

The road to nowhere leads to home,
As the means to freedom, is none,
The questions remain the answer,
The answers wither within its tower...