Member Rara Avis
Ok, you can all blame ms deVine for this one! I make no apologies!
Through the persistent hand of time,
we are carried along by fate.
Ever are we bound by chaos,
and shackled just so to order.
Yet both are linked unto nature,
the finality being death.
Yet who can stay the touch of death?
Who can halt the ticking of time?
Can oppose the call of nature?
Bypass the fickle plan of fate?
For without the law of order,
all degenerates to chaos.
So what is to fear from chaos,
when the entropy of each death,
contributes to laws of order,
and release the strictures of time,
rendering meaningless to fate,
that which belongs first to nature?
All, is the domain of nature,
even the burden of chaos.
And by plucking the strings of fate,
each path leads to the gates of death.
Such will be ‘til the end of time,
proscribed by the bane of order.
Nothing is immune to order,
except that which is in nature,
or can be traveling in time,
and is not seduced by chaos.
Or the sweet siren song of death,
or haunted by the pull of fate.
For that is the end-game of fate,
to place all back into order,
propelling each and every death,
back into the arms of nature,
to feed the hunger of chaos,
choking it with spadefuls of time.
Sheltered in the womb of nature,
safe from the anger of chaos,
we can release the hand of time.