Guardians of Time
we ain't here to draw your memories,
we ain't here to put you on track,
we're here, just to watch over you,
and wait till the end of time.
one day, we're sure,
you'll all be doomed,
one day, we're sure,
you'll fall of your brooms,
that's the day we will rise,
and finally,
walk these barren lands.
we often wonder, would it be too late?
should we rise now and interfere your fate?
but then we remember,
that's not our job,
coz' your fate, dear humans,
can only be altered by you,
it can only be meddled by you.
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Poets Pub - 2019 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2019 Poet of the Year contest. This is our annual contest, reserved for those who have qualified to participate. We encourage all to join in, in celebrating these worthy competitors.
