A canary rose out of eagles.
A piper came out of warriors.
Talent was lit out of strength
And it had a slot for glory.
But in the land it was different.
Yes, it was not coherent.
The emperor could not comprehend
How this difference was born out of strength.
So he cuffed the hands of the piper
And hoped to quench that fire.
Time passed; the world did not see the wonder
Till strength was beginning to grow sober.
The emperor called the piper.
He sought the fire
And broke the chains off.
The piper played; his notes broke through the skies.
He hit the notes; he moved the earth at all sides
Then he stopped.
Silence fell upon the earth.
Strength’s hope moulted into reality
And the stars lit up.
Joy played it’s harp
Yet the emperor was sober
Because the piper was nowhere to be found.
Thierry – Century
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