Eon
The sun cannot be touched they said,
They assumed it is too hot.
But what they failed to understand,
Is that I am time itself and everything decays,
And chills, by the dusk on my tender hands.
“Even the Immortal Gods have to answer to time,
And when they do Eons dusk hand shall be extended with gratitude.”
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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