Favonius
FAVONIUS Every servant needs a master, For they are the aster. With each petal comes wisdom, With wisdom comes solidity. 'Tis yet another sunny meadow that I witnessed— While a young boy sat at the very cliff, Surrounded with asters, was he a servant or a master? As long as the wind remained, he was safe from the disaster. "Ah, so you have arrived" chuckled the young lad, "Truly we are ill-fated then, are we not?" Perhaps he knew, knew that my coming Was a herald of the doom forthcoming. We can be the gods in our lives' gardens, Once the fence is gone, the valor hardens. But the cliff— to believe in such an hopeful existence? I say, his mind was long gone, Such persistence is a gateway to resistance that demands assistance craving consistence! As my soul, tainted, grew stronger standing next to him, His clouds grew grim, yet he kept smiling. A question to be asked, I allowed, His brothers, why are they covered in hollow shroud? Every servant needs ...