Dream of the twins

Sun was high, atop the peaks of the heavens
Bright, brimming with energy, radiance so magnificent
As I was watching, it started to rain
There was a sword falling from heavens
With edges so sharp that the very light was being torn apart
In the forest full of creatures in disguise
lay a womb in silence, dressed in innocence and Love
As I watched, the sword fell right on the womb
Piercing it, tearing it apart.

The children scattered across, puzzled
As I watched, the sword pierced into the soul
The soul of the weakest being inside the womb
Oh! Its raining.
Its raining
Its raining now.
The pride filled Sun, hiding behind the dark clouds
Where are you now?
Where is the Light?
Where is the Life?
As I watched the rain fall, I began to wonder if it was even rain?
Oh the womb cries.
The mother cries.
The life cries.

The rain wont stop until the sword disappears
the sword wont disappear until the weakling disappears
The weakling wont disappear until the fear disappears.
And then I woke up.

I asked him, what had happened? and he said,
write it down as a memoir, like you usually do
While I started to write, like I always do, he fell asleep

As I watched, I saw a man, young, wise, strong
Wearing a crown of Pride with nose pointing to heaven
Oh, is that you? Fool. If only you knew what would happen!

Then came another man. Wearing what looked like a medallion of brains
Greedy for Wisdom and all the knowledge the world had to offer
He was successful, momentarily. But then, the greed began to consume him, alive.

Then came another man. Handsome, with wings so bright, flying above many others
Desiring things he shouldn't have. Unknown to him was the truth, then
The very thing he lusted for would adulterate the mind and soul

Another, little, dwarf looking man,
hiding somewhere in the corner of what looked like a heart
envious of things he could not understand

Then I saw someone, who had toiled for years
finally to become a King, with everything he desired lying around him
His gluttony corrupted the mind and soul at the end

Oh here is the man dressed in fire
What are you so angry about? Can you describe?
No, you can not.

And finally, a commander of armies, waging wars
succeeding all the time, now lying, grovelling in his own spit.

Then I woke up alarmed. And he asked, why don't you write it down as well?
They both looked at me, the pity in their eyes, I could feel

Oh is it you, is it you holding the sword?
Time, is that you pointing your sword at the womb?
Yea, who are we to question.
I am but a grain of sand in the billion
I am but a grain of sand
I am but?
I wonder!