When it hath never been earned~
Abstract, Non-Fiction and Poem
Those who abuse power sit from a lofty precipice,
a high overreaching cliff in the darkness...
Their motive is darkness, they peer blindly into it...
The dimly lit stars in the background faintly twinkle, as if the only
moral compass they knew drifted further.... further....
No they had lost themselves, venomously guiding the mechanisms of
fate, those much greater than they who earned their place, drifted
beyond the horizon...
The sun, with its iridescent rays of perseverance, love,candor, and a
sense of completion had fallen over the distant lake...
The cold air whipped at the denizens; the inhabitants whose pallor had
lost all humanity, they; the abusers of power when it hath never been
earned...
by P.T.R.
wow...