HISTORY MISSED

They went to the polls to pick a new leader, surely history beckoned, then from the blues a winner was announced, one that was not voted for  and all of a sudden history was missed as...

The mighty pen, ready to walk

On a white sheeted path

To leave trails of gold

Upon the sand of time

To tell of a tale retold

Of one marred in mire

Leaving an acerbic taste to ingest

Of a place once titivated in worldly tapestries.

Is it history in the making?

 

One stands in the fore

The prime thread in the tapestry

Woven to make the future’s garb

To prettify the future bride

Maliciously scarified by deceitful lovers

Scorned by suitors and mates alike

Now history beckons on this One

To make her fit for another out-coming

Surely history beckons

 

Disappointed, the pen makes its way

Along the white sheeted way

Leaving no golden trail

Upon the sand of time

The thread did missed its course

In the pattern of the grand design  

Now the bride surely will remain scarred

To her malicious lovers delight

Oh what a history missed!