The Line of No Return
Every man has his price.
Every man has his gift.
I have yet to find mine.
Every man has his limits.
And when the line is crossed.
It moves back so it is not crossed.
But a time will come when it can recede no more.
Then it shall be dragged back to its starting point.
Wreaking uncontrollable havoc on anything in between.
It shall be a vengeance like none other.
Mighty lions squeal like mice.
Great eagles withdraw from the
skies they once so proudly called their own.
And scorching flames fueled by souls of the dead .
shall rule the land.
And when the act is done I shall go to a land so far away.
Only to realize, nothing has changed.
My mind still had not journeyed with my body.
And it will be too late to correct this atrocity.
And in my final breathe I will take comfort in the fact that it will all soon be over.