It was a cold August morning
and the wind, it sighed.
The mist wrestled the light;
valiantly, but in vain it tried.
The smartest man of the world
took one look at it and cried,
How?
The fiends looked so innocent when they lied.
What?
The ambitious, so callous when they stride.
When?
The pious, so righteous when they deride.
Why?
The pure, so broken, they complied.
He hatched his plot
threw trivialities aside.
He dared with a vengeance,
his actions belied.
How he healed the hurt!
And he'd hardly even tried.
What a way he sated the rapacious!
Into harmony they had vied.
When he showed honor to the honorable,
he was wary not to toe their pride.
And the pure,
they died.
'Why, then do I now not wonder why?'
unto the light and mist he cried.
It was a cold August morning
and the wind, it sighed.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
It was a cold August morning
and the wind, it sighed.
The mist wrestled the light;
valiantly, but in vain it tried.
The smartest man of the world
took one look at it and cried,
How?
The fiends looked so innocent when they lied.
What?
The ambitious, so callous when they stride.
When?
The pious, so righteous when they deride.
Why?
The pure, so broken, they complied.
He hatched his plot
threw trivialities aside.
He dared with a vengeance,
his actions belied.
How he healed the hurt!
And he'd hardly even tried.
What a way he sated the rapacious!
Into harmony they had vied.
When he showed honor to the honorable,
he was wary not to toe their pride.
And the pure,
they died.
'Why, then do I now not wonder why?'
unto the light and mist he cried.
It was a cold August morning
and the wind, it sighed.