To compensate for my lack of posts...

As the title suggests, I feel very sorry about not posting anything, so I shall post something. How about that? Have I satisfied your voracious curiosity?

(Okay, I just found this in my documents and it sounded good, but hey, I do feel slightly sorry, so there's that too.)

The Eternal Carpenter

Whittling

Whittling

For all of eternity

A product of some mind

Long forgotten

In the

Mists

Of time

Whittling

Whittling

Pain arcs as he ends lives

Of his own making

Crafting visions of his own likeness

Could he ever end

Himself?

Who knows?

Whittling

Whittling

His craft is destiny

He whittles fate and

Sculpts futures

Life ebbs and flows by his

Hands

Why he?

Whittling

Whittling

Sat hunched, alone

Bitterness ever ready

And ever reflected

Lord of valour yet lord of

Evil

For all

Whittling

Whittling

Is he true

Naught yet a crazed vision,

Or all but truth incarnate?

Did he craft perfection or

Worthlessness?

Why so?

Whittling

Whittling

Is he empty or full

Inspiring or dull

Or all yet none at all?

Is he life

Personified?

And how?

Whittling

Whittling

For all of eternity

A product of some mind

Long forgotten

In the

Mists

Of time