Two pathways.

I remember, I remember it all too well…

The dawns rays piercing through the eastern horizon,

The light bursting the shadows veil that ruled over the night.

I remember the dew droplets upon the local flora,

The lilies barely began to bloom after the bitter cold of winter's reign.

An unyielding stretched forth hand of frost over the land,

The sense of hopelessness and despair amidst the people,

A callous and cynical attitude in the midst of winter...

I remember the stretched forth hand of encouragement,

The reassurance of faithfulness, and the promises clung to.

I remember, I remember it all too well.

I remember the love of another remaining steadfast, and strong.

The joy of another's toil being blessed,

And the happiness for another success.

Neither envy nor discontentment would discourage our pursuits.

Whatsoever we did, we prospered…

Until the aspiration of another grew strong,

The height and depth of desire became limitless,

And the need to lord it over another,

Was a destructive desire we did not perceive...

An aspiring revolutionary foretold of an era of advancement,

A reign of total dominance, and the breaking of chains asunder,

And that there would be more for all, and all would achieve greatness!

Bold promises through charismatic speeches were given through the rooftops,

Under armed guard and with seemingly limitless crowds,

Like suckers under a salesman's spell,

Like fools setting their sights on the heavenly realms,

As a spoiled prince vying for a throne that would never be his,

So this revolutionaries charm overtook us…

With flattery and charm, he worked us like machines towards his grand design,

To set in motion the end of all things,

Our losses, were overwhelming…

What once was satisfaction over all we toiled for,

Now taken by the reign of this tyrant…

How? How did we become so blind to the schemes of a prowling lion in our presence?

A thief of the shadows masquerading as an angel of light?

A sorcerer of charm and wit?

A demon in the guise of an angel?

I remember a time, where hope prospered all throughout the land,

Now, all I see is the lessons of the past, merely repeating themselves, with a harsh irony…

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