History

What will be will always be, What has passed is never gone, And puts our mettle to the sword, Sets a lasting seal upon Our victory or harsh defeat, Our ecstasy or searing pain, Our expertise in hindsight And all that does remain. What is laid to certain peace, What is yet to come to pass, Decrees the lessons duly learned, Of strategy and hour glass; Our solitude or fellowship, Our blindness or our clarity, Our resignation or denial Of our place in history. We who kissed the sullen moon, We who chased the raging sun, We who strained unto the stars, The many interfaced as one. We have grasped the lightning bolt, Weathered in the heart of thunder, All we have achieved and done Let no one put asunder.