When did it Begin?

While here at the hour of our Demise

Nothing but fear within our spines

Whispering winds speak naught but lies

As widowed elms cry for the pines

 

Lands lay black as tar

And dead dance in the ground

Not sheen of light near or far

But my heart is left to pound

 

 I wish to wake from my slumber

To know love and feel no sin

But my life hangs and my moments yet number

And I no longer see the wicked grin

 

To wander is as aimless as wanting

But still my hear yearns to go

Hoping to feel without memories haunting

Memories of only what they know

 

To cry at night and feel the pain

As darkness befalls the city

To cringe at a single drop of falling rain

To know no thought but those of pity

 

Free me now and know no mercy

Free me not and know no ending

Send me off to the Great Black Sea

Bring me back without ever sending

 

I am never yet I am always

I am here yet I am caught

You say you see my end of days

But see them I do not

 

To hear of songs sung on high

But never hear the tale that's told

To see sights so dark with the naked eye

But yet have a heart of gold

 

Pious is the ice that thaws

But not the water that remains

It is a knight who knows his cause

But not a fire that refrains

 

The song is sung at every end

But never to their kin

To them all who have not sinned

I ask: When did it Begin?

Author's Note

I often wonder how the world started, as I have an very inquisitive mind... So I wrote this.

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[MoriartyMesa]

You have captured, Lord Wellington, General Grant, Sherman, Bradley, and many other man.

Be proud this speaks on a level to an old soldier.