This poem was slightly influenced by Elric's recent poem and was heavily influenced by some tracks of Hawkwind (Tide of the century and the Warriors on the Edge of Time CD)
The Edge of Time
So my dear, shall we depart?
Let us leave behind the torrential fates
As we pave away at a brand new age.
Let us leave man’s sorrows to be drown
And lost inside a lake of tears.
Take my hand
And I’ll lead you on
To all new lands
Of magic unbound
The past offers nothing
But deep despair,
So stop your weeping,
For we are there.
Please hold my hand
And help me on,
To move the sands
That time has bound.
Worry not, my dear,
The future promises no frowns,
So take my hand and turn that page
Countless stories shall await.
With pen in hand, let us start.