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 © Aram Sarian | Year Posted 2024
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