The shattered urn

Fragmented cold upon the floor
lay a sad sight of forgoten lore ,
instiling grief right down to my core

sad and stricken with grief
I wept for a time brief
to think this art
from this world had to part
this little piece of forgotten lore

So I began to muse over this little peice of forgotten lore
How beauty to whom no word expressed
may be expressed nevermore
or how the ravaging river of time may raze
that which the eyes of man may never again gaze
and in human hearts may hold nevermore

yet for all the grief there may be
there is mirth little see
It comfort it gives
for lore of old shatterd it is
but in our hearts it will reside
As we step forward with our heads held high
to create lore for a new time
and so we walk with a lengthend stride
With our first step forward
into the unknown
forevermore

Author's Note

be merciless