Ace Of Black Hearts

Freshman - 832 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

A Guess In Time - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

When the fox comes out of the hole will you see what he was or is or will be?
Firm hands grab to shake you.
Wake up, wake up.
From this trance, from this dance.
As the lance moves towards you so swiftly, why is it that you still do not defend.
Death is calling, one more, one more.
To this sacrifice blows his pipers.
Easily done, easily forgotten.
As if this is the pill we should all swallow.
With out neither question or objection.
A confident matter of factually hums through the clouds.
Abandoned to all fortunes the fickle fate.
Prophesies do still lie in wait.
A catalyst will come to shake them up.
What is always true is there are a million treads that lead in a million directions.
And above attached to these threads is a wheel that will never stop spinning or keep us from guessing for the right choice.
As if the right of a choice can be so easily decided.
Secrets of time have not and will not confide in anyone.
Yet it still amazes with crazes of lure.
Measured by love, war, and gold.
Life is but a small luster when compared to her beauty.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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