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DAY OF RECKONING
DAY OF RECKONING
(T. Beechey)
Standing alone where others have fallen
Where time is precious and moods are sullen
Separated from futures and pasts
Somewhere between the mists and the masts
As the hands of time continue undaunted
Reaching a point where fates are flaunted
Rarely a smile is ever achieved
From both the forlorn and the bereaved
Without provocation,the curtain descends
Too soon for judgments,too late for amends
Yet,through His grace,the will to survive
Will forever endeavor the courage to strive
Footsteps are shuffled,words become muffled
But not even a wisp of a feather is ruffled
Lost in the sights of moonlit nights
The warriors' winged souls take flights
From amidst the ruins and amongst the rubble
Restoration's dreams begin to bubble
In adversity's face,one must arise
Even as stormclouds envelop the skies
