Mortal Until the End

What a difference it makes, time.

For what was once a great flame

Now lingers only in memory as an ember

That flickers ever so slow.

It erodes what was the foundation

Of great civilizations

And it wakes the Earth

To spew out it's mantle.

Gold of the pious and ungodly

Grows fickle and rusts

As does all of its brother metals.

No cache is spared.

These mortal bodies decay

As these are shells to

Harbinger the souls of saints

And yes, those of evil.

Time, it lays waste to all we know,

To all we love and hate,

To all we forget and remember,

To all we never knew and and never will.

The great Leviathan and Behemoth,

They too fall to this Themis.

Only He of unworldly status,

He who is the creator of such

Is immune.