Savage Time
Latin style epigraph based upon my original poem. Author’s own generated image.
Time past is a refuge for the grieving soul;
Of those who left too early from this place,
Or those denied the chance to flourish.
Lost artefacts buried under the weight of earth and stone,
Or hopes unrealised crushed under the heaviness of misfortune.
All ravaged by the elements of savage Time.
To move into the unknown,
Beyond that realm where memories are made,
Requires a noble dose of courage.
Time steals all things;
Not a single one is spared, nor clemency granted
To those who plead injustice.
Time does not wait for the indecisive or confused;
It demands that we keep up.
Its rhythm is transparent and harbours no lies.
Those golden ages we marvel of in vain
Are lost beneath the fragility of our kind.
Yet still they linger, held against the dark —
Remembered.
NOTE: My own original composition.