GoodBye

The Skies show no Mercy

They engulf all

Conspiracies and calamities

And the gears of fate continue to turn

The faint tolling of a distant bell

Signals the end of our era

Yet the influential continue

Their petty strife and struggles 

For more power and glory

Kill, burn, rape, desecrate

Over meagre

Bundles of paper

And land

Like the devil's doubles

While the naive

Reaching, grasping for that familiar melody

March ever onward

Plotting out the trails of destiny once again

Their only enemy

Time

Time consumes all

And all that is left are mere impressions

Impressions of civilizations 

Who overstayed their welcome

And were chronicled

By the immortal observer

Observing from a distance

Helpless, jaded and frustrated

Cursing his own fate

But still

With unabating vigour

He persists

Like a puppet

Oblivious to his purpose

Or destiny

See you on the other side