On Balance
Upon the hill the ruins stand
a marker on Time’s long line
where once a race of man so fine
gallant warriors with iron hand
They stood and made their mark
and left the ancient tales to tell
of bravery and bloody war’s hell
upon a land both green and stark
The wind now tells the tales bold
of those brave souls who came before
who stood and became a part of lore
and we remember them who were of old
Now today we lack their will or so it seems
for now its only the safe we seek today
and adventure must be safe and fate not fey
soft we are from those whose tales take reams
A shadow of the ones before, who lived so true
we shudder at the thought of daring as they did
for we are pale copies as from danger we’ve hid
happy in empty lives where there’s little we’d do
No tales of us who will but pass away
no lingering memories beyond the grave
and sad to say we have no tales to save
such a fate I pity for we fools of today
No heroes now as of old, for we live too well
our lives made of advantage, not adversity
no challenge as in the days of old you see
and I wonder if this our own shade of hell
On Balance
Good work!! Good images.