Times' Wall

Adding to the eons past, its’ content there to swell Are the names of friend and foe, whose names we’ve known quite well. There upon the Halls of Time, those names are etched so deep As silent, lonely sentinels which eternity shall keep. The clock will tick ‘til someday hence – a day we know not when Our name is called and then installed as our recompense For all we were, or would have been, reduced by that one call To just another name … etched upon Times’ Wall.