Epiphany in a Pool Hall by Fallulah copyright 2001
A thousand years cannot resist,
The touch of one who's binding heart is erased.
The bust of that which once was:
It's all similar,
Yet nothing is the same.
Happy new faces, fabulous new places,
Drift away to a feel of infancy.
Feelings of horror soon reveal to be old.
A horrendous surprise relived stronger each time remembered.
The life is not destroyed,
Merely temporarily brought down forever.
The creator of grief, the only mendor be,
To reverse time impossibly