Aug 15, 2005 02:20
Isfahan, Iran...
NIGHTFALLS --- By: TheNightMaven Oct. 23, 2001
NightFalls upon the land...
Three are taken, two still stand;
The Tigres is restless and Quom seethes with rage...
The educator has grown haughty and the pauper's a Sage;
Reason has turned turtle and dropped from all view...
The many are held captive by the dark hearts of a few;
I gazed from afar the desolation and rain...
That fell from the sky upon what once there had been;
Fallen in a rush, then a roar and the cry...
Til no more was heard, not even a sigh;
The council has gathered and the way forward paved...
In recompense for lost lives that could not have been saved;
An error in wisdom, a lost point of view...
A word failed to be heard but the many are few;
As NightFalls upon the land a new Actor will arise...
Exceedingly strong and terrible, a coveted prize...
Who takes stage upon the matters arrayed all around...
With no silver nor gold but a platinum crown...
The new Actor strikes terror to those whom it will meet...
Arrayed all in crimson and purple to its feet...
Gathering, roiling, rising ever higher...
A shape of man in the form of a pyre...
And NightFalls upon the land as his light breaks forth...
Immense, terrible, horrible...
Irrisistible...
Mushroom-shaped.