The Kings Of Prior
Posted by ioana on October 3, 2010 at 3:49pm
From as long as I breath conflict rains
I do not understand what it is
that makes a man more than another man
What makes you divide yourselves to be
accepted by another
And it is a world of blood I am looking at.
I have
been around for quite some time
I have seen mountains rise and fall
I felt
the rivers dry and float.
There was, is and never will be anything more
beautiful than the soul.
It has come from so far and will reach
further.
Lands one isn’t even able to grasp.
Suns not one but two in a
perfect motion
Circling in their duality, like the never ending
game.
Once in the year of the prior time
I stood on the clouds and
watched the winds of change
As they blew and blew with speeds
intensive
The lands once green were now gray
And tears fell from my eyes
to see my beauty end.
That was the end of the time before the time.
All
you see and all you feel is the mirror image of what it has been.
I can tell
you all about the wonders of the prior
But it has no matter on your life
now.
It is a time has been, you will never go back
To how the world was in
the time of the wonders.
A world of two sisters, crystal and
blue
Running in the valley of the eternal sun.
The sand in their feet as
golden as a childs soul.
A world they held between their limbs.
An
ancient city once so grand
Now only dust showering the wind.
I saw this
beauty perish
By the wrath of one brother to another.
For the human ego
has no equal.
Forever the war had to be silenced
Forever his voice had to
be shut.
There was no peace as long as he lived
Such stupidity the council
held
Manipulated by the greedy
Bought by the dead.
A vote for
one
A vote for two
There is no three a decision fell.
His ruling is too
vengeful
The king had to fall.
There was no more sound, only gasps
Of
those fallen by fate,
For it was fate and not destiny that created the
wind.
Such ugly emotion jealousy is.
Such low attack manipulation is.
A
mountain’s passion has been raped
The fat lady sang within the depths.
And
ran the blood did above the waters
As the wind raced through out the
streams.
A wind deadly, a wind poisonous
Paralyzed the sisters
lands.
And never again will the fish swim
As free as they did back
than.
A times of darkness fell above the lands
Not the darkness you
see inside
But the darkness called division.
They must never know he
said
The secret hidden within their genes
The truth of the quiet
creator
And that of the mad destroyer
The mirror of a world perished in
the wind.
A creation of black and white divided.
My world.
One
secret it is, a simple one at that
For there is no greater thief
Than the
one who steals the self from another.
A story this is of the end before
the beginning.
For history repeats itself again.
And the mirror shall keep
reversing
Until you accept yourself within another.