The Eulogy of Man.
By capsman
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The Eulogy of Man.
Dedicated to my Aunty Ann.
Long have lands drifted and merged,
Jostled like waves on the seas,
Cloven, sundered, slowly diverged,
Regions rise and sink to their knees.
Long were the eons of ice and fire.
For too long has there been
The blood of Man seen,
Living his generations of desire.
Empires of blood, fewer of light.
His wisdom and wars
Lie remote as the stars,
Ever blinking cold in the night.
What hosts, born, grown and gone
Have swarmed the face of creation?
What deeds has Man done,
Which pinnacle has he stood upon?
Now even the wisest can never restore
One tenth of Man's missing Lore.
Not even author a radiant book lost,
That so many treasured, at such great cost.
It's forgotten pages, blow scattered and torn,
Strange secrets whisper to the wind.
Man can seek, but will only find,
A few fleeting words, beneath history worn.
Man spends his short span, in a misty shroud of deception,
A woven fabric of belief, where good and evil reside.
In this World there can only be one;
For if there is enough light, where shall darkness abide?
? Clive Snowdon.
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