Time flies by, while souls meet and drift through existence. Our lives 
coalesce, through acts, touch, and intimacy. We await the future to fulfil 
our hopes and expectations. But somehow we neglect what the past has 
brought, to easily we forget.

The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.

Stories and mysteries from olden times, are signs of what will come. The 
future is a result of the past and present, the legacy of our ancestors 
carved in stone. Can't we see how its been bleeding? Can't we read the signs 
from the past? Can't we see how it's all repeating? Consumed by time, what 
will last?

Hear the screams of the tawny owl, a certain sign of death. Beware of the 
howling wolf, roaming through night for a pray. The raven stretches its 
claws, sharpened to attack. Creating a mood of fear, the dreaded 
griefbringer in black. The sorcery of the night's creatures, an omen of what 
will come. Lack of faith in olden wisdom, spawns the doom of our lifeform.

The plague from ignorance will lead to the downfall of man.

Respect must be earned, while learning comes through listening. By acting 
what you're taught you respect what has been. Much is told, but more is 
forgotten. When the tales are ignored, our legacy will rotten.