Bahirri

Thousands of years ago when Arathor was nonexistent and strife was ripe among the gods there was one that saw past the bitter egos of the gods. They fought amongst themselves like rabid animals for supreme power, each would boast that they were the most powerful. O’nas, Frejh, Lok’nal, and Thoin would fight constantly each creating and destroying what they deemed to be their greatest creations. They would summon stars and coalesce rocks and moons high in the sky, far and magnificent they were. More beautiful and mysterious than anything any man has yet to see. This cold war carried on for millennia while none giving way. The lesse

Perhaps we need a break, a break from the artificial life a minute of time away from the fast paced life of our hands. To take a moment to appreciate the tender touch of time, and the beauty of the leaves on a tree or the flowers among the weeds. an hour for the ones in far away places, the ones that are separated by distance, yet time has not severed the bonds we share, just maimed. A day of ours to the stranger in the alley on holidays eve, the one with no bonds and a cup in his hands. Lest we could take a lifetime to find the one that brings the best from our souls, the one that deserves the time we have been gifted, to share and to love.

Now here we stand, a country divided, brothers at arms with one one another while others sit in bonds. Those that turn their back, walk with stained palms, yet they have no guilt, no remorse of the ones they have wronged. The child screaming out, the mother in tears, the father that is shattered, the son lost, the wife broken, and the empty seat at the table. They are weightless on the minds of the stained hands, pains are of no mind to them as they barley lift an eye. Pondering and waving off what they could have done, nothing, they believe. Yet those that sit and watch with stained palms, are as guilty as the one that have done wrong. Now o