When I was younger, I called upon Peace.
Peace did not hear me, being in another place.
What did hear me was Turmoil and Pain.
Peace was never to be seen again.
When I was a little older, I called upon Peace.
Peace slightly heard me but feigned ignorance.
I knew it was Peace, since its eyes turned for an instant.
Then, Misery and Regret rushed to the forefront.
When I was even older, I called upon Peace.
Peace heard me a little more, turning a piece.
Before it came, Dishonesty and Corruption were the figures.
They came and made multiple disfigures.
When I was much older, I called upon Peace.
Peace heard my pleas and looked at me.
Its eyes were cold, dark, yet warm.
Next, I left for Compromise and Delusion to swarm.
When I was at my eldest, I called upon Peace.
Peace did not come to give me release.
Though, Quiet and Sorrow heard my request.
All they could do was their utmost best.
 Queeni Ravine · Mon Nov 08, 2010 @ 10:37pm · 0 Comments |
