Deep run the pages of history
The Winding Corridors of Time,
The Stone Halls reveling in their emptiness;
Deeds lost and forgot.
Deeds that rejoiced in the glory of the present;
Those shreds of life – that murky proof of Time;
Soon to be lost, and never remembered – as the pages slowly turn.
Time takes its toll – Deeds give way to Legend, and Legend to Myth,
Myth sleeps behind the shroud of death – dead, but for us to believe;
There to stay, there to hide, and there to rest till all of time.
And then it emerges from its slumber, lost in the eyes of all who walk;
And then it wakes to the world – that world, ignorant in its grave;
And then it walks the Earth again, and walks with all its might;
For it lives, and lives again;
In a world that knows naught.
For it lives, and lives true;
Deep within the hearts of all.
For it lives, and lives forever;
To stay till the end of Time.
In a world so lost – in a world so void,
In a world so far from Truth.
Man has, but himself, and his fading glimmer of Hope;
To aid him, to guide him, and to lead him through.
For it is Hope, and this Hope alone, which stands the test of time.
Vishnu Kaant Pitty is a member of LSD. He has been attempting to write a will-never-get-completed opus for the last three years. This is its prologue.