A Brief Tale of the Short-Lived

Would you mind telling me the tale,
Of a lore so short, it ends.

Never should it be seen,
Nor could it be spoken,
Ne'er should it be written,
For as long as it persist,
Forever then it shall had,
Forever then it shall be.

For ages had it been endured,
And with age has it gone,
And for each had it been struck back earnestly,
With a blow so mighty I'd trembled to the floor.

The faith had weaken,
As ever so do you,
And the faintest of hope,
Are the perils incarnate.

Never doth the good life of mine is the good life of yours,
And ne'er doth the good life of yours ever mine to command,
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
An ear for ear, and a word for a word.

For each that had been burrowed,
Has it been surfaced,
And for every curse cast upon,
Let it be heard.

And the time is now,
That the cogs of fate shall turn aside,
Cloaked by a distant prayer,
The saviour to all.

The ticking of the great-hands waits for none,
And the wisdom had gathered,
And all life shall pass,
For the good, and for the better.

The complication is at its end,
And we'll be the judge, for what is to come...




-AFDHAL-