What happens when your greatest strength fails you?
When the power you've wielded all your life
Is rendered
Powerless?
What do you do?
So casually you've held this power,
Bandied it about with the best,
And won.
But now the time calls for a different power,
A power you don't have.
And so you are left,
Powerless.
You want to intervene,
To mend the situation with some soft, soothing words.
But they fall harsh on concrete ears.
The time for your words has passed,
They are no longer a tool at your disposal,
But rather they are like a bow and arrow in the trashcan,
Useless, even to the archer.
What happens, then?
What can you do?
Make a new tool, I suppose.
But that takes time to make, and more time to learn how best to wield it.
Give in, I guess.
But that's never been an appealing option,
Not to the Bard, and not to you.
Press on, presumably.
Through the treacherous waters and whining winds,
You could
Endure.
As I suppose you must.
Because you know,
As well as I do (if not better),
That time is cyclical,
It moves in circles,
And someday soon your soothsaying skills will be needed again.
And there you will be.
But until then,
Rest, dear brother.
Sleep, dear sister.
Be at ease.
You have done all you can.
