Father TimeIt’s been exactly 5016 years, seven months, eighteen days, five hours, 32 seconds and 57 seconds since the dawn of time. 58, 59, 33 minutes…
So why do I keep track of every passing second of ever moment that passes while I am awake? Because I know when and how it all ends. I know what will happen, precisely when it will happen. I have to be where something big is happening in time, so I can record it books so the people will remember.
So that they will recall the wars and consequences of the past. Every being that died in agony and, sometimes, in vain. My heart breaks every time I hear a young knight scream as a steel blade passes through his ribs. I can hardly look as the sword is drawn from his body and he collapses, lifeless, to the bloodstained battlefield; but I have to. Though it costs me countless terror-filled nights, I have to make sure that no great war, battle or scrimmage is forgotten.
They say that pain cor
The SeedHe had done something terrible;
Something totally unforgivable.
He deserved pain,
He deserved unending rain.
So what did I do to get my revenge?
I planted a seed so my pride I might avenge.
The seed I watered every day,
So my vengeance might come in some way
It grew, and grew, every day grew larger,
But when it did bloom my prayer it did not answer.
For I expected a plant to give me power,
Enough so I could destroy his figure,
But what I received was a Lily of the Valley,
How am I to assail my enemy?
Wait, I think, maybe this is a sign,
Maybe victory can still be mine.
For the greatest revenge, I have heard,
Is to say those