Ides of November.....The Rain The Rain......

The pawns play.

Their claws are out.

The Raiders are sniffing.

Their ears to the ground.

Prince wake up.

The Empress is here.

She is not happy nor content.

Sands of Time.

The warrior and the two squirrels.

Long lost in Nagaland.

The faith to rule the conscience.

Don't blame the Gods.

They didn't do this.

Stages have always been set.

To welcome Ceasar and then to stab him.

Of course it is a normal practice.

He has pained many.

So be his destiny.

But what if it was Jesus.

Let that be His destiny.

Jesus!!!!!

When the soul searches for a meaning.

In these earthly battles.

Which are the pieces of a weaver.

The Dream-weaver is back.

Now everyone will be screwed.

For he will not let you know.

What the dreams are for.

And what reality is all about.

The passion to fulfil the dreams.

Will be shattered for a moment.

It is the season.

You can't blame his arrival.

As you won't his departure.

With loads of dreams to think about.

Never to be completed in reality.

Trying vainly to complete though.

The gates are closed.

The metal clanks.

Dreams have started.

Stay asleep.