Time, grinding, chomping, decaying and rotting. Everything dies with time, ashes from ashes bones to dust, the whole world turned to dust. When the crow ceases to sing and the soul is released from captivity, With time all DIES. buildings reduced to rubble, life reduced to nothing. This is the way things were meant to be, life desicrated and a world left purified. Time is your saviour. Corruption and evil LOST IN THE MISTS OF TIME. as the whisps and spirits dance on the ashes of a reborn world. I AM TIME
Gonna make a sequel to this poem and hopefully it is loved
