Via Doceris

Ten, long, fateful years, a decade to spend.
Possibly more, possibly a quarter,
Of a life for unfailing will to bend.
Years foregone in an attempt to barter,
To barter the ransom for lives destined,
For early autumn and their harsh winter.
A power sought to delay the hastened,
The power of life, and of death itself.
Before the oath of Hippocrates bound,
Must a character be shaped of himself.
A will to change and love and hope be found.
Ten years, ten and more, though life limited,
To raw fate, mortal and ever at mercy,
On its knees to limits the gods imposed,
Receivers of Prometheus’ ferverncy.
Can gods be disproved of finality,
Ov’r their will to give and take as they please?
If man’s to conquer its mortality
It starts with rebellion, a start to cease.
Ten years, ten years and an infinity,
Infinity long-lived as its brevity.

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