The Challenge Poem by Phillip Gallant

Laws laid down
Before the dawning of insanity,
Keep a divinity of order
Throughout the cosmos.

Non dimensional tranquility
In an eternal quantity,
Where purity itself was cleansed
In unconditional love for all.

Inconceivable to imagine
A minuscule rift of chaos,
Would vent such devastation
Through a Man of Clay.

Millenniums of tears
To patch this wounded multi-universe,
Fell short of ancient standards
And so, the gauntlet passed to One.

The enormity of the challenge
Was a concept unimaginable to the Man of Clay,
Not so to the chosen One
A predestined sacrifice, to restore the balance.