Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Beginning

The war had just ended
Or it seemed so to us;
And then the men started returning to their homes one by one
And the markets were lively again
And the nights were never so warm anymore
When the war, we thought, had just ended 
And then they were all gone

They came from a land less known to us
And seized all that we gathered for years 
Showed us pictures and glittering stones
We ran to grab 'em, leaving villages and thrones;
But I'm no mourner here
I do believe the world is fair
It doesn't take sides. 

Bards are extinct by now
Still, you never stop singing, do you?
The grand old clock at the centre of the town
We all look up to it, checking our watches with a frown
Oh, the sweet taste of time! It's all mine!
The glories and the falls and the scars and the worlds
All mine! They're all mine!

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