Gazing at the red candle of fears <br />She is lost in a maze of light <br />Cast into the sadness of tears <br />Her beloved is still far from sight <br /> <br />But in the skies, the elders realized <br />That such love hides a great sorrow <br />Forced to change the past, they sympathized <br />Her grief will grow twice bigger by tomorrow <br /> <br />The thundering silence that fills his soul <br />He’ll unleash his madness, and lose control <br />Upon the battle, that the elders prepared <br />He has to win, his life shall be spared <br /> <br />The love that he holds deep inside <br />Was stronger than his fear of loss <br />He shall return back from the other side <br />In triumph and glory, it shall be crossed <br /> <br />Back in time, he has been sent <br />To rule the roman’s stadium and crowd <br />To satisfy their thirst for blood, he bends <br />As he shouted death to hear him, in the clouds <br /> <br />He killed them all, he left none alive <br />He defied the elders, and prevailed the strive <br />On the horse of life, he returned <br />Back to the halls of Valhalla <br /> <br />He took the blessing, and reserved his place <br />Upon the heroes of time <br />But his bride was calling for his face <br />In her arms, he’s going to live... again…<br /><br />Elie Abou Chaaya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wisdom-of-death-part-ii/
