Tertius

Now that it’s clear that time’s reversed, the past now races unrehearsed toward its origin, start, its birth. Already has the descent begun, the winding weft has been un-spun and the doings now will be undone   Long ago Seven faced the gloom   I’ve paid the price for knowing more, I won’t be there to fight the war, instead I will be looking for The remnants you well need in store, to face the waves upon the shore, in times that came before.   Intervals portended by Hammerfall’s boom   I spent the future, squandered years, hoping some might fight the tears, reaching out to ancient peers I should have known the frail fears, predicted their unfounded cheers as the high exploited lesser tiers   Trials resulting in returns to the Tombs   Prejudice feeds the poorer minds the fuel for hatred against mankind, keeps the powers that be in line Thence solutions fall behind, far too easily combined with the noise of the engines’ whine.   The rhythm established, a weft of the loom   The pact was formed to save them all, beneath the cursed Candlefall, in Grimm deeps and Eldrin Hall Midge shire, Tink tower, and Rukh kraal, but crafty Blinn would did breach the wall, ending in the missing call   A Dragon’s voice silenced and sealed their doom   Thence, the past no longer played the role of destiny’s handmaid and thus the story soon had strayed. Instead the prism’s role decayed to making tools and toys displayed, and thus time was only delayed   Shorted the lodestone, they became lost in the spume   I pity you now; I’ll pity you then, you cannot tell whether, why or when, but soon will be the fall of Men Strange Magics fail them once and again, allies betray them with poisoned pen, leaving alive only one in ten.   They shut away power they feared would consume   You need my help? It’s clearly due. I give you the answers. I really do. But can I be trusted? Can you? It’s simple to master every clue. A stanza rings false, or else it rings true. Discern, decipher, construe.   They distrusted themselves, and by doubt did subsume.   So pay attention to the phrase, and look back on forward days, seeking to turn back the Arrow’s ways In discovery, destiny lays. Faith. Hope. Charity. Put them into play. Wisdom. Patience. Kindness. Without delay   A rose called by any other name is still considered a bloom.   I might have confused you. I probably did. I don’t mean to baffle, I don’t mean to kid. A sincere truth cannot be hid It’s simple to say, what’s done make undid. Don’t abide what came unbidden. Unhide the Bushel. Open the lid.   To find them they wandered, and suffered, I presume.   The wars won’t last forever. The Others won’t endeavor to rectify the weather So be mindful and be clever. Because these words are ever available at least until the Twelfth of Never   A wondrous day will finally come, when the Arrow’s course resumes.   The arrow turns when the Stone that fell is taken to the Sons of Jubel, to the Cathedral in the Dell; A Maelstrom avert, the Bane thus dispel. Is that all? Can’t you tell? There is more water yet in the Well.