Consent

            He looked out the window and saw a fine display along the horizon, clenching the stick of time--up the stairs and down by the river. It felt so pure and wholesome behind the glamour of the shining sun. Victory that shouted out pyrrhic, she lies vacant forever. A birth today, the death of tomorrow. Fear the boundaries that have been set yesterday. Transcend thy miseries and cherished treasures, an assemblage of the great awaits. Night comes and its time that he drinks his elixir; a plethora of sleep and the longing of salvation. Her perception no longer stands visible in his eyes--life and death a moiety for fools. A talisman of fate which represents who's truth?