Random Thoughts 2

The outcome
The stage
The period
The word:- was all that was left.

They said it didn't matter
They said I shouldn't bother
The road is for the rider they said.

But...

The rider became the road
And bore the rod so hard
The wind could not help
The trees looked away
As the battle emerged

My eyes were fixed
As I began to read-
The words on each one
Written with all colors
Mixed with wine
and brought to be staged.

This is the outcome!

The wounds could not heal
The pain could not leave
The day did not come -
At the time of the pressure.

Only one word was law... Who knows...?