Disentanglement of hope Bludgeoner of fear Eerie sharpness that so draws near Finds the time to show It is really no one Nothing special Obtusely in a gradient domain Creates a union under life Not of death and not yet seen in life For it comes to different to be heard By those that even have ears Specially tuned Comes in cycle as the seasons Changes it creates Comes new fears New hope comes too From those that master it Those that can hear And understand it's Bottomless mysteries Ebb and flow Thousand of years Partially forgotten Mostly out of fear When it's time come Can anyone then Be prepared A cautionary tale Words that could Mean the end of all Can simply mean change Just as frightening But infinite different And yet so close Draw the line And one then can see why There is still hope To see fear represents nothing To see fear represents no one. - Gregory David Allen (AKA: The Flamesofphx)