old story time

    shards of old story simply must scatter
    we leave the past to grow into its own
    nothing at all that we do could matter

    winds pass and repass and never matter
    no tree could stand here without a groan
    shards of old story simply must scatter

    fools and jesters take the time to flatter
    that tale at least will soon become well known
    nothing at all that we do could matter

    against the wall the dragons still batter
    no one expects that they will break the stone
    shards of old story simply must scatter

    we watch as on the glass the fires spatter
    it will grow hot enough to show the bone
    nothing at all that we do could matter

    the world itself we know will come to shatter
    not a thing we do that is not soon known
    shards of old story simply must scatter
    nothing at all that we do could matter

(C)2008, Fragano Ledgister