From a time when there was no land,

Towards a road that held no end,

Ragged carpets and looming halls

Down the hill where no chime rang,

Seasons sweep past with their grotesque dresses

Of auburn

And lame green

There runs your June and July of youth,

Never to return

But what if they do

Would you recapture what’s left

In its dimmed out afterglow

Time rode on a merry-go-round

Shooting into the dark

No more than pastries

Was history in its path

Still nothing obstructs the way

Life darts

Reckless and eventless

On a lane no man can trudge

Gods stare with malevolent eyes

No need for malevolent lies

They know who are running out of time

Post-modern Ragnarok

Picket fences separate eyes

Shallow pockets choking voice

Be there a good many faiths

How many as concrete as the good old days

Charm dismissed cold contempt

We meet with the same chaos we made

Gods to be born and gods to sweep

Back down the drain as fate

Post-modern Ragnarok

Abbey shadows museum silhouette

Put it beyond what mess’s left

Lest it meant just what it shows

Bent too far for truth to be known

Again other than the one that wrote

Gold ringlets scarlet flames

Silver limelight lavender haze

Sable where life is told

But gules lost from the stone

Post-modern Ragnarok

Pride would make itself be known

We are the voices young and old

We are the past and future trolls

Thou shalt not pass

Beyond the boundaries named after us

Though you would not have heard my name

Our eyes are seeing

And our hearts

Echoing throughout time and space

Like the spring blossoming leaves

Like a passion never ceased

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