Whisper loud [Original Poetry]

IV - We Rise

She is down. He's knocked her over. The mind is more powerful than the physical form may ever be and yet; it is glass.

Glass is fragile. It can easily be broken. Like mold on the tree it spreads through the mind and can consume; it is powerful.

Power is abused. It can be miss used. Many have tried to grasp the remains or create their own and failed; it is a flaw.

Flaws can be fatal. Many are. While some wrap their twisted fingers around them trying to repair; it is failure.

Failure is critical. Most are punished. It can be used by the swordsman to learn from it and adapt; it is evolution.

Evolution is inevitable. We cannot return. So we build what we can and knock down the ones who stall us; it is death.

Death is the end. Nothing but darkness. While the rest continue on the trail in the sand walking over; it is endless.