All is not as it seems. Many things have changed throughout the centuries of time. The Universe is vast, and was ruled by nine. All was perfect, and lived in harmony. But greed, jealously, and hatred sprang among them. It is possible that there is a lesson to be learned here by all... Elusive, the stitchings of the nine. Threading, weaving the spell of time. A raindrop falls, becoming eight. And deftly evades the hands of fate. Moonlight reflects the gates of heaven, Reducing the number now, to seven. Time sweeps on, with its gentle caress, I count, and finde there is one less! A shout! A memory that Im alive, Divided they drop, even now to five. You beg, they plead, but all ignore, The wheel it turns, to stop at four. Pity the blind, the ones that see, What once the nine, become the three. A reprieve...a fix to make it new, Face to face stand off the two. A power struggle comes half undone, Victoriously defeated stands the one. And of the last, I shall not speak. But Ooooh the havoc I could wreak. As chaos reigns forever more! But I am alone...and too weak to breach the door.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 04:11:19 +0000
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