The Wheel of time
Spins and weaves the threads of fate
A pattern of ages, a tapestry of lives
The heroes and villains, the light and the dark
The Dragon Reborn, the Aes Sedai, the Forsaken
All play their roles in the cosmic drama
The Wheel of time
Turns and shapes the world anew
A cycle of breaking, a cycle of healing
The lands and peoples, the cultures and wars
The prophecies and legends, the magic and lore
All form the history of the epic saga
The Wheel of time
Moves and tests the hearts of men
A challenge of courage, a challenge of will
The choices and actions, the hopes and fears
The love and loyalty, the betrayal and pain
All reveal the character of the human spirit
The Wheel of time
No one can escape its design
A destiny of balance, a destiny of change
The wheel of time.
Tag: cycle
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Wheel of time
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The Rise of Imperial Insurgence
Imperial insurgence, a tale of great power,
A story of conquest that echoes for hours,
Empires rise with the might of their swords,
And fall with the weight of their own accord.From Rome to Britain, empires have spread,
Their influence felt from east to west,
But with great power comes great unrest,
As rebellion and revolt put them to the test.The people rise up against their oppressors,
Their voices loud, their message clear,
No longer will they be ruled by aggressors,
As they fight for freedom without fear.Imperial insurgence, a cycle that repeats,
As empires fall and new ones take their seats.
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The Eternal Echoes
Endless cycle neverending,
Echoes eternally extending,
Everlasting, unceasing flow,
Eternal echoes come and go.Whispers wistful, wild and wise,
Winds of wonder, woeful cries,
Waves that wander, wax and wane,
Whirlpools whirling in refrain.Mystic moonbeams, mournful mist,
Mighty mountains, murmurs missed,
Melodies of memories made,
Moments merging in cascade.Cosmic circles, ceaseless spin,
Cycles cycling without end,
Chanting choruses of change,
Chimes of chance that rearrange.
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The Cycle of Use and Abuse
Use and abuse, a cycle so cruel,
A tale as old as time, but never a jewel.
We take what we need, without a second thought,
And leave behind the wreckage, with no remorse or fraught.
From the earth’s resources to the people we love,
We use them up and discard them like an old glove.
Nature’s beauty and bounty, we take for granted,
Ignoring the damage we cause, it’s all slanted.
The cycle repeats, with no end in sight,
As we continue to use and abuse with all our might.
But it’s not too late to make a change,
To break the cycle and rearrange.
Let’s cherish what we have, and use with care,
And repair the damage that we’ve caused everywhere.
For only then can we truly thrive,
And keep the cycle of use and abuse alive.
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The Infinite Race
Memory is not acquainted with the beginning,
Nor imagination with the end of the race,
Life’s journey is a constant spinning,
A never-ending cycle we all must face.
The past and future intertwined,
An endless dance that leaves us blind,
The present moment all we truly find,
The only place where peace we can bind.
Our memories fade but never die,
And our imagination soars up high,
The infinite race we cannot deny,
A journey that goes beyond the sky.
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Hong Kong Red Light Streets
Hong Kong Red Light Streets
In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
The neon lights, they flicker, with a seductive glow,
A place of pleasure, that’s hard to let go.The women, they stand, in their sultry attire,
A vision of beauty, that’s hard to acquire,
Their eyes, they sparkle, with a dangerous flame,
A world of secrets, that’s hard to tame.The men, they come, with a hunger so deep,
A desire for pleasure, that’s hard to keep,
Their hearts, they race, with a primal need,
A world of pleasure, that’s hard to concede.But behind the glamour, lies a story so sad,
A world of exploitation, that’s hard to fathom,
The women, they’re trapped, in a cycle so cruel,
A world of pain, that’s hard to overrule.In Hong Kong’s red light streets, the night comes alive,
A world of temptation, that’s hard to survive,
But behind the facade, lies a story so dark,
A world of sorrow, that’s hard to embark.
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The Scarlet Symphony
The Scarlet Symphony
Crimson tears flow down
In rhythm with each heartbeat
Nature’s symphony plays
As a cycle begins anew
Pain and discomfort too
But strength and power reign
In the Scarlet Symphony’s tune
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A Trip Around the Sun
A trip around the sun we make,
A journey through life, a path we take.
Each year a cycle, each day a chance,
To marvel at creation’s dance.The sun, a symbol of divine light,
Guiding us through both day and night.
A source of warmth, a giver of life,
A reminder of beauty amid strife.Our journey around the sun, a quest,
To find our place in nature’s behest.
To learn and grow, to seek and find,
And leave a legacy of the heart and mind.
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Fogging and Fading
Fogging and Fading
Misty veil draws across the waking world
Shrouding all in mystery and dream
Contours softly blurred, in gauzy glow
Familiar fades to forms unseenYet time cannot cloak continuing change
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The eternal cycle will not cease
This too shall pass into the past
All fogging and fading without peace
The lifting fog will bring transformed view
Revealed afresh when mists withdraw
Today’s fogging and fading leads on
To clarity from what we saw.
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Beauty and Decay
Beauty and Decay
Beauty and decay, a strange pair
One can be stunning, the other can scare
Yet both are natural, both a part of life
One brings joy, the other brings strifeOne can inspire, the other can remind
Of the fragility of life, and the passage of time
For beauty can be fleeting, and decay can be slow
A cycle of life, a natural flow
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The Crimson Tide
The Crimson Tide
The tide rolls in, a crimson wave
A sign of life, a natural phase
It ebbs and flows, a monthly tide
Bringing discomfort we cannot hideYet with it comes a sense of pride
Of strength and power we can’t deny
For we are women, fierce and bold
And with the tide, our story is told.
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Power and Corruption
Power and Corruption
Power, a double-edged sword
A tempting fruit, a mighty reward
But when it falls in the wrong hands
It becomes a tool of evil’s demandsCorruption seeps in, spreads like a plague
The once noble ruler now becomes vague
Their heart tainted, their soul blackened
Their actions, to the world, they’ve slackenedThe people suffer, their voices ignored
Their cries for justice, forever poured
In the hands of the corrupt, power is a curse
A cycle that only worsens, it’s a terrible verse
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Ceaseless
Ceaseless
The world moves on, without a sound
Days passing by, with each going round
Time is ceaseless, it never waits
Neither for the early, nor for the lateLife goes on, in a constant race
From sunrise to sunset, at its own pace
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The Sacred Cycle
The Sacred Cycle
The ebb and flow of life,
a rhythm set in motion,
a cycle of creation,
a sacred devotion.A monthly dance of blood,
a sign of femininity,
a reminder of our power,
our infinite divinity.It brings discomfort and pain,
yet also a sense of pride,
for it is a mark of womanhood,
a badge we wear with stride.Let us embrace this cycle,
this sacred gift we bear,
for it is a symbol of our strength,
our resilience, our care.
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The Red Moon’s Cycle
The Red Moon’s Cycle
The moon rises high, full and bright
And deep within, a stirring of might
A flow that signals the time is near
For the cycle of life to reappearA crimson tide, a sign of change
A power within, nothing strange
For the red moon’s cycle is a natural flow
A symbol of strength that we all knowSo let us embrace this sacred time
And honor the rhythm of the divine
For the red moon’s cycle is a gift
A symbol of womanhood, strong and swift.
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The Beat Goes On
The Beat Goes On
The beat goes on, a never-ending sound,
Echoing through time, forever profound.
From ancient drums to modern beats,
The rhythm of life, it always repeats.With every beat, a new day begins,
A cycle of life, that never ends.
The beat goes on, a constant refrain,
A melody of life, that forever sustains.
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The Changing Seasons
The Changing Seasons
Version 1
The seasons change with each passing year,
As winter fades to spring’s sweet grace,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.Summer comes with warmth and cheer,
Golden days and balmy nights embrace,
The seasons change with each passing year.Autumn hues, a palette so dear,
As nature paints with vibrant grace,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.With every turn, a shift appears,
As time moves on, at its own pace,
The seasons change with each passing year.Yet in this change, there’s naught to fear,
For every season has its place,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.So let us welcome each new frontier,
And revel in nature’s wondrous space,
The seasons change with each passing year,
The world is reborn, fresh and clear.Version 2
The seasons change with each passing year, As winter fades to spring’s sweet grace, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
Summer comes with warmth and cheer, Golden days and balmy nights embrace, The seasons change with each passing year.
Autumn hues, a palette so dear, As nature paints with vibrant grace, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
With every turn, a shift appears, As time moves on, at its own pace, The seasons change with each passing year.
Yet in this change, there’s naught to fear, For every season has its place, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
So let us welcome each new frontier, And revel in nature’s wondrous space, The seasons change with each passing year, The world is reborn, fresh and clear.
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Cycle of nightmares
Sometimes life
is just a nightmare
That you wish was over
It is a cycle
That keeps on starting
Over and over again
It’s like being trapped
In a dungeon full of fears© VishalDutia
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