Carved In Stone

Time flies by, while souls meet and drift through existence. Our lives

coalesce, through acts, touch, and intimacy. We await the future to fulfil

our hopes and expectations. But somehow we neglect what the past has

brought, to easily we forget.

The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.

Stories and mysteries from olden times, are signs of what will come. The

future is a result of the past and present, the legacy of our ancestors

carved in stone. Can't we see how its been bleeding? Can't we read the signs

from the past? Can't we see how it's all repeating? Consumed by time, what

will last?

Hear the screams of the tawny owl, a certain sign of death. Beware of the

howling wolf, roaming through night for a pray. The raven stretches its

claws, sharpened to attack. Creating a mood of fear, the dreaded

griefbringer in black. The sorcery of the night's creatures, an omen of what

will come. Lack of faith in olden wisdom, spawns the doom of our lifeform.

The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.

Respect must be earned, while learning comes through listening. By acting

what you're taught you respect what has been. Much is told, but more is

forgotten. When the tales are ignored, our legacy will rotten.