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.
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