I wander among ruins and despair,
Western dust on me.
The broken oath
Between gods and men has blackened this land;
In silence I stare
At the world that’s crumbling down.
The lilies are dancing on a nameless grave,
They’re singing the requiem for a forgotten dead:
“What once was is no longer”, we constantly repeat,
While muses are drowning in an eternal sleep.
A poem for the greatest fall,
For the twilight of the Ageless Ones.
The Nothing devours everything in it’s path.
What is left
But emptiness and void?
The brazen bells are tolling in a starless dusk;
Filled with anguish, we shiver at their prophecy:
“Who will now inherit the power of the Gods?
Not heroes, nor wise men, but money and machines.”