Gathering Storm Tribute (2010)

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass,
and come and pass, and come and pass again,
leaving memories that become legend.
Legend fades to myth, and myth is long forgotten
when the Age that gave it birth comes again -
for every Age is forged anew. And with each passing
new memories must be made, new legends penned. Eternity
is not finite. The world changes.
We change.

Mistakes are made. Darkness rises. Things come to an end -
often before we expect them to, often before they are
complete. Creation is not perfect. Perhaps it has no right to be.

But we strive for perfection. We strive because we are always changing,
because what we desire most might exist in our Age, or in the age we birth.
We strive because the alternative is despair, because the wheel could stop
turning at any moment and there are too many things in this
or any other age worth striving for. Love. Truth. Beauty.
We strive against the darkness because there is joy
in the Light. In the turning of the wheel.
Light in our memories. Light in our legends. Light in our myths.
Light in the darkness.

So the wheel turns.
So we turn with it.
So it was, is, and ever will be.