Curio
Added 2019-07-14 11:01:53 +0000 UTC(An Excerpt from the "Rodarc Library of Historical Texts")
In daily life, a constant flow,
With air to breathe and food to sew.
Each person with a job to do.
Thinker, teacher, hunter too.
But builders dream one day to fly.
And gather stars from way up high.
A calamity builds with lightning strikes;
A flash of purple from the sky.
Then moons are dark and ringed in gold.
On the old mountain peak bestowed,
A shadow black and tortured souls,
To gather all stars that were stole.
But no-matter what the future says.
Each person with their roles to play,
Will chase the tortured souls away,
Back to the moon; back to their place.
In daily life, a constant flow,
Pieces all strewn on the floor.
The lesson here, when lamps go cold,
is "tales ought naught, to go untold..."
