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Three has ruled the roost for so long...
Four, boxed in so, has forgotten its role.

So picture five lingering outside, waiting
Thinking itself only a star

None seeing what keys are needed
To open the legendary Time of Times.

Oh... will repairs come in time for life
Or will zero claim more as food once again.

                                           ___*___

Stepping back... who pushes us forward to abandon
Crisis, and cross the times of Time.

What are the words, completing instructions
That free the locks for sliding open

Where better Suns truly inviting...
Lay waiting for the new day’s break.

Yes... that hold with new destruction
When the three united

Venture forward free once again
Finding yellow to lead the way.

Who also changes where she, golden lay
Thinking alone to be
Until seeing silver dreams dance alive for her to say

‘A better book is not open
A better book is then written
On the ashes of those passing times...

When most left are just bitter pieces
Floating in the heavens
Waiting, waiting for better doors to open 
With amber locks springing free once again

For those ready to see, and then… truly be.

                                              ___*___

Oh, what children then born, will all bear
Final light’s blessing on new lands...
For He creates well
Having collected all the needed pieces

Refusing fames and fortunes 
To do the necessary deeds
That free souls once again to rise
In free airs, wiped of captivity.

How can one measure the glory of this
Listening well to the music of the waters
Having fallen once from majestic heights
While feeling the vibrations of dancing fairies?

Then too, let the our own rotten bonds 
On winsome hearts break
To cry in wonder...
What has always been in front of our eyes.

How to put ahead opening secrets
Out of place, on purpose
So, to open ‘all’ the books
In proper telling measure.

In times of great choices, we be here to hear
Last waltz of tyrants bugle’s signal
Knowing it’s time for fresh lightings
To finally guide our ways.

                                                      ___*___

Not to forget... 
The first great evil upon us
Was the one creators spawned
In their own hearts and minds

Feral slavery’s feeling so good
Ruling as chaos over our own kind
Pretending as kind fatherhood
With evil queens would do better
 
Ready to birth some more... 
Children worse than parents
Knowing inside all’s true intent
Whispering still from sins unforgiven.

Freedoms are a farce
And laughing at their demise
Captures out with any, all the good
Trying its best to live in the Sun’s rays.

Again, hide it most quietly well away
Or smash it all into pieces
Only letting little for hearts to see
As if the more was coming nigh. 

                                                      ___*___

So sad, bits and pieces are never enough 
Though just right for discontents
Never fitting, never mind
Wholeness was never a true intent

And we the leavings 
Lost what to do, search wistfully
For people loved around us
Always missing when its time for standing up.

Even... how then can Nature survive the wars
Our leaders press around us
Oh kill them, all life across the land
That is the thing to do.

As minion’s heroes fall, then we dance in the Sun
But, then what is it we do when over
But bring them dead, or so we thought
Back alive from within ourselves, so needed.

For the changes were, was made by feral minds
With Magic’s known not to be delved
With strange tools and recipes
As sung by Calliope in her brighter days.

In this, all live living abides.
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