#truth.
little by little, it all comes crashing into place,
my solely heart has missed a lot,
my dreadful tongue has burnt too much,
I see above me, a daring Castle that I cannot reach but strive to climb to.
Little by little it all comes crashing into place,
but how, when and then I did not know,
that time is not a steeping stone, but a terrible rock brought to crush one's malignant heart,
and turn it to a shinning star.
Many must understand that tis not a manner from heaven,
nor the book of living that tells the tales,
of terrible sins commited but the soul of time,
which sees everything that is seeable, but speaks not of anything.
Harken thyself, for more troubles are to comes,
wth retrogrades been the talk of the present time,
and perfect alignment of worlds deciding one's future movement.
Let you troubles be your stepping stones to success,
and your tongue speak not of evil, pain nor torment any longer.
Precede, to the future with your head held up high and most importantly,
your eyes wide and focused and your ears clear and open.
© MIRALEBTH01