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Thousand and First Rose
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Thousand and First Rose |
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There he stood, all clad in white Yet one to accent, but a scarlet flower in his hand Darkness around, within it he stood Patience, like an emanating glow. Distant noise of wars and cries A sudden storm, a wild wind enveloped But firm he stood and with clear voice Made music to pierce the very gloom The storm died down, slowly gave way And from within it appeared the darkest of dark The blackest of black, the strangest of all. ‘What are you doing here, again?’ ‘I came here to see how you were Vile as ever or if any improvement had occurred If any wisdom had made its way Through the maze into your mind’ ‘Stop this folly, I have all I need I do not need your preachings I have survived and I have won Leave me to my wealthy misery’ ‘So you accept it? Accept that you have a wealth of misery? That you are below even mankind itself? That you, once great with power, are but a nuisance?’ ‘Nuisance? I laugh! I’m not it You are! You are the one your creatures mock! What did you gain from your misery? Nails in the hands and a foul garment?’ ‘Mercy! Not misery. Mercy is my wealth By that I have lived, by that I shall forever live Why? Why are you as the likes of you? Leave this foolishness and stop this battle’ ‘I wish! How I wish I had wisdom then! But you let me fall. Years I have roamed this creation of yours Naught! Naught I have found!’ ‘So why not return and save your roaming One choice. Not even! Only one decision! The decision to gain yourself this white Come from the black to the white!’ ‘I cannot! I have pushed to far! I have traveled the path that none dared before me I cannot turn back. Stop! Do not fool me with your words!’ ‘I do not fool you You fool yourself. Goodness there is in you Listen to it! Live better! Take my hand!’ ‘No! You have not gained anything from your creatures You created them – look at your pain and misery What life is that to live Life in constant and unending sorrow?’ ‘Stop! Creatures they are not! And pain I do have, but pain well earned I chose! I chose the very nails And I chose my death!’ ‘Death is no way of living Why the choice of pain? Power you have Use it and become yet greater! Bring about things for your purpose.’ ‘Purpose I already have and time carries it out I chose, just like I ask you to choose I chose for the love of mine to be divided so I chose for my death to redeem my chosen!’ ‘So be it! Take your flower with you Do not litter my territory with it I have power and I will greater it I will not have your folly!’ ‘So be it’ and the flower fell from his hand And as the storm had subsided, so it rose again And encompassed the darkest of dark And the place was void yet once more Except for the flower, for it fell for long And slowly it fell silently upon thousand others And so that moment in History was logged The Thousand and First Rose Yet without avail. |
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I read and will read again...I am deep in thought M |
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