We Vain Creatures... Poem by DM W
We Vain Creatures...
We vain creatures never seem to truly embrace
The Ways of Light. It seems that we prefer to play
Perpetual, futile games, as we keenly dance
On the edge of fleeting shadows. Is there no chance
Of redemption? Is there no more profound insight,
As the world plunges deeper into dreadful night?
Is there no longer true hope of a brighter dawn?
Will the passing of poets and prophets be mourned?
The Light will return. This life is a balancing act. Whne the darkness grows, Light grows to return balance. When poepl have too much Light for this world existence, darkness returns for balance. Good read Dominic as usual. Well done.
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8/6/2025 12:33:49 AM # 1.0.0
A poem that reflects vanity, man's vanity by playing his endless futile games. And sadly raises more questions than answers. A great thought provoking write Dominic and five stars for writing and sharing it. And no stars for mankind's petty vain squabbles and proven warmongering meddling. Many thanks and take care good sir.