Éclectique

In this final hour, The road you take is the path you make, For in this final hour, Right and wrong are one yet different. In this final hour however, All is not lost, For the youth are our saviours, Their naive outlook, Their untainted minds, Their passionate and undying love, How and what they are taught, Is what stands in between our survival and our undoing, For in this deciding hour, All we can do is to make sure our children, The future of mankind, Does not pay for our mistakes. -Aqil Zakwan

Legends are never born, They are made, By their great deeds, By the strength of their backs, Their hearts of gold, or hearts stone cold, Stories forged make them more, More than mortal, but less than immortal. In the end, they become dust, Like any other mortal, And their tales, like all tales, Becomes history, From history becomes legend, From legend to myth, Then their tales of greatness are lost. For this cycle, This cycle of tales, Remembers many, But immortalizes few. -Aqil Zakwan