Of Love
OF LOVE
Much of me is expected, in me I carry a relic of great power,
It is heavy a burden to carry, a power of massive strength, its honor and glory I can not yield,
A few are chosen of its barring, for much a purpose await to be fulfilled,
Hearts of men tremble at the scent of its power, the speak of it, is disease to the bones,
It is heavy to the heart, a measure so great can not be weighed by kings or queens,
It compels even the young and the very old, of its strength men has misused to their desire,
Much have fallen to the folly of its desire, its power so great, a heavy burden no men can carry,
Of His quest he knows, its greatness do not yet understand,
What of men's folly and wickedness can be uttered?
The world grows in darkness, even the good of the few shutters in fear,
The race of men rushes to its end, hope is lost on the arms life,
Dearth smiles with dimples at the race of men.
'Save us, save us' it shouts,
Its splendor melts on the hands of happiness, a shadow of darkness grows in its midst,
It propels violent scream in the wild,
The glory of men shall die screaming,
Its legacy will crawl in the shadows, the folly of men will be no more
Kings shall perish, legends will rise no more,
The one sitting on the throne shall reign to no end, the one yielding the power given to the chosen ones,
The greatness and glory given to them will be revealed at the time to come, the time when their quest would be fulfilled in joyful cries and hailing of their king,
At that none will stagger, none will tremble in fear, for all will know how to use it,
Its power and greatness will rule on the mountains, in the wilderness it shall rain with fruits, in the wild its dwelling will be, all those yielding its greatness will feel its scent, to the east will come walking with the western wind,
The east shall stand again, and the goodness of men will endure once again.
For it will listen to its masters will.
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