Saturday, April 16, 2011

THE WATERED NOT

Have you ever looked into a fire ravaged land,
and found a single bloom of a flower,
growing wild, free, all on its own?
Have you ever looked at the sky,
on a flaming night, alive, so alive,
but yet able to find,
only a single star in the void?
Because there will come days,
when darkness will come,
the shootout will take its
final fall.
And we alone,
only the strong survive.
But if you only open your
eyes to the now,
you will see all that’s
to come.
The Dawn has yet to arrive.
For I was the lone flower that
bloomed in the midst of chaos.
One single light shines in the
darkest parts of the city.
And when the emptiness
becomes too much to bear,
find light, seek it like
nothing ever before.
For the darkness will come so
fast, your eyes will not even
have the chance to adjust.
And then what do you do
when you find out the truth
too late?
Can you take it back, can you?
can you bring back what has
already gone?
Save what has been lost for
eternity?
The question is ours.
The answer is set before you.
The veil is lifting, lifted.
Soon it will be revealed,
what is is to be, and what is to come.
And you should have watered
the flower while you still had the chance.

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