"The First and the Second" by Lim Li Hao

First and Second

By Arcum Leonard.

The Cauldron of the Eternal Flames,
Is where those who once lived, belong.
The living world of the fighting games,
Is the dwelling for those who are still living strong.
Hell and heaven it may be,
Tell the raven it is free.
Watch it fly away, watch it go.
Soon comes the day, the day it grows old.
No longer it can fly, no longer it will.
The more it will try, the more it will fail.

The First who came to see the light,
The one to tame the rest to fight.
He came with his eyes opened wide,
But nothing to see, nothing to fear.
Being the First gave him his pride,
But nothing to glee, no one to hear.
The rest have annoyed the first,
The pest that made him burst.

The Second who came to play with,
The one whose fame will make others writhe.
He came with nothing in his hands,
But the bravery he wields battled till the last with the first.
Being the Second gave him the lands,
But his slavery of the people made him a man with evil thirst.
The rest have lived under his tyranny,
The people that were too many.

Both were the creators of the Cauldron,
And were what the people called as 'gods'.
They were the warden,
And the people's overlords.
The Cauldron to torture, the Cauldron to create.
The Cauldron of all nature, the Cauldron to cremate.
Where it began from, it will be their graves.
It started like a storm, and they will become their slaves.

Those who lived after these two were the Last,
The Last to come after them.
The ones that lived in the past,
And they were the ones to take part in the mayhem.
The rise of the two,
The two who believed their ideas were wise.
The demise of the fool,
The fool who chose to follow and paid his price.

Death for those who never knew,
And never work to know.
The ones who died were new,
And never lived till the sixtieth snow.
Rattle founded as a thrum, Battle sounded after a drum,
Cattle rounded as a clump, settle grounded as a dumb.
Solitude is old to everyone,
And attitude is something new to anyone.

The choice of having choices,
Is a matter of idealism.
The idea of having rejoices,
Is a matter of individualism.
At anytime the balance should tilt to one side,
The balance will reverse the balance again.
The battle will then reside,
And the battle will remain.