As The Pendulum Sways

 As The Pendulum Sways
 and Time Drifts Astray,
 and the Wind swifts away all that was
 and returns it to it's Essence beyond the Ashes and Dust,
 and the Ticking Withers into the Frey
 leaving only that witch was Forged along The Way,
 and all that remains is the Sacred Flame Of Truth
 the Eternal Spark Of The Absolute,
 Illuming like Stardust Into the night
 and Scintillating unto the Sun Light,
 Ever-Enduring, The Great Soul is Wise
 Progressing, Evolving, Ever-Upright,
 Ever- So Bright, The Sacred Torch burns with life
 Coming and Going, All Knowing, ALL TRIUMPH!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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