Some times a writer cannot finish the fight,
Or wrap up the victory day,
Some times weary minds cannot write,
cannot think of what to say,
Will the hero succeed, bringing peace?
Or shall villains win this day?
The world in our hands, will it cease,
filling with darkness and decay?
It's all up to us, so why don't you hush?
Don't fuss about our ways,
for we choose who may die in a rush.
Forgotten, within the fray.
Time is taken as we spin the tale,
ancient and forgotten.
Histories made and put on sale,
fiction for the children,
But we know. We've seen the flail,
broken, at the very end.