Sunday, January 29, 2017

Pendulum's Crown

Spinning round and round
Without need of ground
With no outer sound
The prince thus was crowned

Water pours into a cup
The prince, only a young pup
So high on pedestal been put up
Wine spills from the cup

Wisdom flows from hidden springs
Unbeknownst to most kings
They sit and watch as pendulum swings
Age the only thing it brings

Smiling face of such a child
Pendulum has yet defiled
Thoughts so soft and mild
Pendulum thus make them wild

Hard set face of crowned boy
Pendulum will thus destroy
All small faces that play with toy
The minute soldiers it doth deploy

With every soldier cometh thing called Age
Trapping younglings in a work filled cage
Filling them with wear and rage
Turning page upon page

Soon all the pages will run out
The wild thoughts will no longer shout
The world will fill with such doubt
Searching for a reason of the happiness drought

Reverse the pendulum, if only
There was a way to that they could see
Stop the soldiers so lonely
To stop the age that kills them and me

But stop the pendulum and what comes next?
Wondering people so perplexed
No reason to live in that hex
Rather have the Age and the vex

The world keeps spinning, round and round
Giving life and returning to the ground
Life; laughter and tears, the only sound
For to have life, pendulum must also be crowned

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