The Tale of Seven Things

Once there was only nothing

but even in nothingness there exists

a being, infinite, incomprehensible

and Hope He calls himself

and He is the First of things

the beginning of every tale

but His story starts in forever

and never does it end

yet with Him dwelled His nemesis

and He named it Loneliness

a creature born of despair

everything that Hope is not

but they were twins immiscible

yet equally inseparable;

they fought to the edge of time

but no one ever had won

until Hope had found a way

to part with Loneliness eternally

anything springs from Hope

so from Himself He molded a man

and so came forth the Third of them

thus was there divide;

the man serving as a wall

Hope can't ever be alone

but Loneliness could touch the wall

and lonely man became

so Hope molded more from Him;

men dotted the universe

and stars began to shine

then the world of rock and water

became the home of Hope made flesh

light splintered to colors

and colors turned tangible

green plants sprouted from the land

and the air blurred black to blue

and the sea was an honest reflection

of the heavens above

thus were born through blissful labor

the Love and Beauty men could see

the Fourth and Fifth of things they were

beings that are one and same

Love is Beauty, and Beauty, Love;

but a day came when men mistook

one should come before the other

half said that Love fosters Beauty

but the other did not agree

arguing that Beauty preceeds Love

discord seized reign in the universe

so Hope set free His thoughts

and diffused them through the earth

and they formed the Sixth of things

Wisdom were they called

then men learnt not the difference

but the unity of things;

men did not like the days

however cloudless and bright

nor did they like the nights

no matter how spangled with stars

to revel in beauty they found no time

for they had every chance,

as immortal as hope they lived

while Love, Beauty, Wisdom faded away

their years and reverence dwindling fast

while Loneliness perpetually crept in the dark;

so Hope gave men a most precious gift

that drew limits in the purposeless world

wilting flowers, decaying Beauty

severing bonds, destroying Love

and dissipating Wisdom to dust

but as an end is set, Hope resurrects them again;

thus tragic how men met Death

the last of seven things

so men have fear cause they had loss

and had seen the value of life

But cruelly the world revolves

men still find themselves alone

for they have not fathomed yet

how despite the Seven things

still they fall and still succumb

to the pits of Loneliness.

But should Love and Beauty and Wisdom too

desert men in Loneliness' snare

while Death awaits from a wound away

there will always be Hope.