Ode to the Heavens

The Perils of Obstacles, Exhaustion and Impossible Feats

Every now and then I do something like the following and a little poetic and a little cryptic. OK, so very cryptic. It is what I sometimes do.

I just have not done this here .. before now anyway..

When the hardest warrior grows weary

A genius out of all ideas

Awaiting a time when someone will rise

Each time one does, not far enough

Always it comes back around

If God had indeed sent, how are some things to tough and others seemingly out of reach

Tiresome has the journey become

When a man rises to evil is it written an inevitable warrior rises to oppose him?

The things sadly missed

The things long without

A short journey so long and far away

Greener views seemingly more brown in time

What does one do to earn ones peace

What does it take for evil to be vanquished

Eyes gaze upon a form they know not

Expectations one fears to reach

Must the cost be so high and for so long?

Must reward be one of faith when one is a member of the faithless?

Oppression seemingly are all around

For turning of all the simplest of minds

Stealth attacks by the irresponsible and radical of the intellectual and logical

Answers merely glimpsed but unable to see

Extra sight needed unable to achieve

The message box that has led those so many astray

Akin to a poison slowly infecting a well in time

Enemies many, each immense and far reaching

Every aspect affected without aid while struggles continues without end

Hardships remain due to those who refuse to see

Affected by he labels which use the most powerful glue

Life that has missed the sweetest of harmonies

Memories be the greatest of gifts or the worst of enemies

Between life and death they have created the greatest of all hardships

In times only recent, only some blood be binding

Not all fissures existing are tectonic in nature

That once known is now of the bizarre

Futures taught that never came

Dangers invented with sinister aims through spread of fear

A warrior's face where only the eyes are known

Ashes watched for a Queen's rise like that of a phoenix

The stars look further out of sight