BROKEN PIECES

Swaying in its absolute completeness,

The hallmark of distinct and carefree beauty.

Eyes stunned and senses bewildered,

At the glance of its momentary eternal shine,

Carved out into a phenomenon.

A gush of gruesome wind bangs in,

Leaving the frail cards of immortality at stake,

None of its fault drives the grief,

But the lone indispensable Power of Fate.

Leaning against the innocent pillar,

The weakling topples into the terrible ditch of darkness,

Transgressing into the vague nothingness.

LESSON: Even eternity doesn’t last forever.