Zealous charge

Times stopped again, the feeling as surreal as ever. So certain by it one can compare it with the certainty of the rising sun.

As time has stopped it has waited for transition, the era once known gone, such acts and behaviours must be phased away.

The new song to follow old, but anew. It has waited even after your failures. It cannot wait forever, its time to leap, to make the charge. Its doors readily open and primmed to shut with swift cause.

Times ticking, all to familiar.
Make that noble note, perhaps to even be reconciled, to walk your own path that you have stumbled off.

The reclamation of your rights.
The gates are shutting, times ticking back.

Its time.

Death closes all: but something ere in the end, some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods