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Medallions of Time (sonakshisrivastava) Wk - 1

We guard the gates of Hades

all day, sometimes all night,

known as the holy messengers

we are the medallions of time.

I'm Bronze, carrier of your past.

You might know me from the age,

as early as humans can reckon.

Bronze age, they say.

Rusty dust, they mean.

I might pretend to be a sage,

but I can't look beyond your past.

I'm Silver, star of your present.

You might know me from the time,

when humans learnt to slither.

Silver age, they say.

Shiny lies, they mean.

I'm argentum but I don't give a dime,

I move with the tide as time's present.

I'm Gold, your glimmering future.

You might know me from that era,

that turned humans stone cold.

Golden age, they say.

Glittery wars, they mean.

I might radiate a different aura,

but I hold the reins of your future.

Together, we guard the gates of Hades

sometimes all day, sometimes all night,

we might be called the holy messengers

but we just are the medallions of time.