Tale of Time

Clouds of despair pierce the lights of hope I bear. In one I hold a flute. In one I hold a sword. The flute looks ahead. The sword looks back. Back to when troubles made my reality. I still hide beneath thy blade to this very day hoping the melodies of time will sing to me. Alas I drop! Dropped against the pressures of hardships. I play my soul out in despair and I noticed something. The flute shines of light not to my eyes, but to my heart. Then the sun glistens and the larks whistle their tune. Hearts of others look forward as mine will too and all shall begin anew. My sword reminds me not to turn back. The flute to push me on. I gaze up at the stars tonight and say aloud, "I strike this note for all to hear to bury thy blade. Depart from my distant pasts I may and embrace my future with open arms and broaden mind."