Time is a beast, inadherent to rein Trapped in its hounding, unbreakable frame Few, few are we impossible the odds To witness as mortals the fabric of the gods I never saw what came for me And yet it lives within my dreams It whispers from a restless void Sleeps with eyes wide open The deep and slumbering question rears its head once more Is it reality that dwarfs the dream? Or a realm of illusions that rules supreme? Ive seen too far beyond the veil and peered into its soul And once it answered once I was complete Witness the birth of legacy, of sacrifice In pursuit of paths still veiled In the shadows of a great unknown Our desperate covenant was made All must come to pass Time is my foe and I wonder Was it worth to be bound in this ravel of dreams? The vast Stygian labyrinth lives on Traversed only once we are gone From the lowliest worm to the cosmic scale Sum principium fines omnes Shrouded in luster from trivial to grand In the hollow we are made whole Woven through birth and demise Struggling to grasp the patterns of An essence leaks from every source Transcending human concepts Lost within the awe and splendour of all That slipped between our fingers As a bastion of wings appeared to our needs Mold ourselves to be Threads of future, yarn spun between Ever elusive never in sight Fools presume to see the knots in the ever twisting chaos Lost in a maelstrom of folly and unwritten paths Multiple strains move beyond comprehension In a strange familiar place In a murder of wings I beheld the fate of all Of all that is as it becomes And our cruel lineage From the birth of time we have wandered Primordial depths we have dwelled From an abyss of worlds we venture Through the shades of a great unknown Long as time was abstract we have wandered And sought solace in turning of tides Mere threads in the grand tapestry Cursed envoys of a lost legacy
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