Hiding by the shadowy pillars,
no eyes could ever be laid upon this thing,
nor could a voice ever call it's name.

It's a destiny sat by so many fate's.
That all who walks the road of life has seen,
but not one has understood its meaning.

Yes it's been ignored for generations and generations more it shall still be untold.

It's a story that awaits to be told at the end of all days.
Then all will be able to lay eyes upon this thing and all will be able to flip its page's to each own story.

What will be written upon its everlasting pages?
Blood or glory?

Will the stars align in this time signaling the end,
but then a new story will begin in the house of the king's throne.

All again will be blind to what will happen in time,
but the clock had quit ticking the moment this books pages where flipping.

There will be no need for another book for this new story,
because there is now no longer an end,
but an everlasting beginning.