Gazing at the red candle of fears
She is lost in a maze of light
Cast into the sadness of tears
Her beloved is still far from sight
But in the skies, the elders realized
That such love hides a great sorrow
Forced to change the past, they sympathized
Her grief will grow twice bigger by tomorrow
The thundering silence that fills his soul
He’ll unleash his madness, and lose control
Upon the battle, that the elders prepared
He has to win, his life shall be spared
The love that he holds deep inside
Was stronger than his fear of loss
He shall return back from the other side
In triumph and glory, it shall be crossed
Back in time, he has been sent
To rule the roman’s stadium and crowd
To satisfy their thirst for blood, he bends
As he shouted death to hear him, in the clouds
He killed them all, he left none alive
He defied the elders, and prevailed the strive
On the horse of life, he returned
Back to the halls of Valhalla
He took the blessing, and reserved his place
Upon the heroes of time
But his bride was calling for his face
In her arms, he’s going to live... again…
Elie Abou Chaaya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wisdom-of-death-part-ii/
