Time crashes over and beyond
through eras aged and almost gone
where knowledge and creation flicker
like candles of withered lengths
that in their end precipitate their own demise
Where the glowing eyes
of unearthly predators have
seen the flaw within that gnaws
and grows without the need
of sustenance
as the knowing stance
of untolerance
calms its woes by
the quenching
of it's thirst for
chaos
and lets the joss
and illusion flow
into the void
where all the light
has voyaged and
is absorbed
then we shall see
what brave men flee
and can
find within themselves
no bravery
to face
That all is nought
not what it ought
but true
the same
But on what or who or when
can
we lay the blame
of all we know
this little
game
this little universal joke
upon who's back to lay the yoke
and sacrifice unto the
maw
of back and yearning
ever burning
endless
blackest
night?