They climb atop
The Hills of time,
To see the distant view,
Of clarity sublime.
Of orders, reborn.
And civilisations asunder,
With dreams fickle as husks of corn.
“The foes of Kronos
Shall perish with him,
Replaced by sweet Stillness
The end of the change.”
A universe ravaged by
Scores of stars,
Will soon depart
In endless gloom,
Like outward Mars.
Galacta of old,
Hear her speak,
Her words engraved in gold.
“The foes of Kronos
Shall perish with him,
Replaced by sweet Stillness
The end of the change.”
“Await, in the world forgone”
Says she who knows;
“Awake, to the crisp of dawn”
In the starless night of late.
To entropy, we shall pray,
May he deliver us from our fate.
“The foes of Kronos
Shall perish with him,
Replaced by sweet Stillness
The end is the change.”
Rishabh Dubey 'Kridious' 