the end of time...

the end of time...


Oh harbinger of death and shadowed sorrow
We bow in your dominion that we may borrow
Just one more minute of precious lasting life
Even if it means to live in sacrificial strife

Your wrath is like a raging running bull
You make us dormant when our end is full
You smite down souls within their prime
The destroyer of worlds your name is time.
Giovanni Torchia