Wilted Chaos
Published in
Jul 18, 2021
I saw the humans tremble with fear
Of a child that devours upon its roots,
The heavens above grieve the sun
With its stars forbidden from the moon,
And wailings of the undead below are buried
In the seething soil, heedless of the dread unknown
The vaunting monarchs who reign the Wests,
Slain in thrones with their own blades of wisdom.
Death parts no mortal; no elysian fields for the braves,
No reverence endowed to the mighty gods of the Eastern.
Life is reborn within the cradle forged from my bones
A sprout kindled with oblivion and chaos
That seeks answers even for the self;
Genesis of the beginning, a rite of the nature.
I’m Time, the endless that bore the existence.
