Songs of Shadow

Differences created by the vastness of self indulgence
now sitteth at the true throne of Vanity
caress the twelve strokes of Time's telling
and bring forth a multitude of praise.

And the journey of Jealous not-withstanding (she is but far)
compel thy merciful mind to rethink and rethink
and try finding Forgiveness to forgive
and Love to hate.

For now stand thee at a certain crossroad
and bring thyself to such an extension of belief
without which Hope declares thee to stay firm
in the precious ground of much memories.

But Knowledge is determined and so is Dream
they are both brave and tried and proved (or are they?)
they wait upon the beckoning of thy peerless right hand
same one that struck a stricken-heart of one young man.

And it is indeed deceiving to name a widow Shadow
more precisely a despised lowly fool without self
for Self is given and not earned
but names are named.

Alas, what are worlds that whirl the words of Wisdom?
the poor man's ill-ready voice is lost and not heard
and thee chooses thy road to freedom
from repression and thy preferred destination.

Twas once was black and white now melts
to form an unforgiving gigantic gray grave
that consumes everything in its wake -
it has been left too long in slumber.

Differences choose thy path for thee
and the young man's fate
but never dare to tread its tainted feet
on such holy ground that Heaven keeps.