Author: Wildcelt

Rating: PG

IRONS

I watch from above

In my lofty fortress

Made of metal and of stone.

No one may enter

Without my sanction-

By my will alone.

Below me scurrying

Those apparent ants

Their fates already decreed;

They live their lives

Trapped by time’s doom

From which they’ll ne’er be freed.

You have no clue

Of what I’ve known,

What I’ve had to do

To create a destiny

Of my own choosing

A quantum temporal coup.

If you cannot abide

The orders I command

The tasks that I dictate,

Then I have no use

For your continued aid

And I leave you to your fate.