The Punishing Truth Poem by chris schwartz

The sands of time
Will wash your soul somewhere
Karma will creep in
And the Jellyfish will cling
With rapture
Savoring on the soul
Of the weak one
Whose journey doesn't matter
As long as the predator
Is fed.
No mercy
From the creatures
In the path
Of the Descendent.
He is too powerful
To approach.
Save yourselves.
Those who sculpt castles
In the sand
Are wise to know
How swiftly
They are
Swept away
By the menacing journey
Of those who tried
So hard to build them.
But still,
With the precious glove
Of a true artist
They Sculpt.
They know of Sand.
They know of Fire.
They know of Earth.
And they know
That the Wind
Is what they desire.
They pray
To be carried
Swiftly,
Into it.