The Vast of Time

Venom seeps into the bones.

waves of ashes, crumbling stones.

thrones unmoved by times mighty hand.

all washed over by the sand.

hearing the cry's of the lost wisp by,

squeaks of mice, as old board's sigh.

towers of majesty reach for the sky.

Weeping old trees recoil there charm.

Fleets of birds sound the alarm.

Hurling Rain reaps its threads.

Thoughts of years past as the darkness spreads.

Swallowed by night.

spinning is the compass, well in sight.