Something there so far away
Cannot be seen from this simple day,
And only those who pass before it
Know better than to not ignore it.
Through doors not even open yet
A pre-determined fate is set,
And gathering many into great halls
Will not matter when it finally falls.
What was written will not come to pass
Because no mortal bears that looking glass.
The cycle starts with an unknown ending
As those with strings start their bending.
A flash of fire, a plague of night;
Too much extreme to try and fight.
So this as we know it is torn asunder
Proving pointless the worry and the wonder.