Akaasi 19: All for Naught
August 25, 2014
Of lost, what with? Of lost, to whom?
To gain, where of? Of left too soon.
The play of life whilst in the womb,
for dust and ash and else for doom.
Of lost, what with? Of lost, to whom?
To gain, where of? Of left too soon.
The play of life whilst in the womb,
for dust and ash and else for doom.
“Pity! It failed, that piper’s march”
sang the awoken prancing children,
moments ago even though each larch
bore witness to their joy’s meridian.
Now breathes wistful the conquest wind
one that lead once a myriad to pinnacle’s
prerogative, Alas! for the myriad rescinds
adherence to sense with airs most cynical.
Prosper shall not naught but valiance,
of valiance is naught left to swear.
I dreamt of might but dreams are dalliance
of great hearts and death they bear.
I hoped perchance but days ago
to promise thee the endless sun,
but left at side is naught such so
thus valiance is all but undone.