The shifting sands of time
Will claim all that stride upon it
This ever changing wasteland
A dwelling of the forgotten
Traces left only to be swept away
As swiftly as the hammer falls
You will be consumed
Nothing but dust will remain
Once the winds have changed
Bells ring
Hearts wane
Stars rise
Moons fall
All that was beautiful
Is lost
Slow moving
Light dying
Cold approaching
Eyes draining
A world once filled with love
Has broken
Weak
Small
Burdened
Shattered
Ending as it began
Nothing