The Breaking of Time

Defined by a wheel, a circle, never starting or stopping

In its infinite series of revolutions that it makes.

Three hands that work by themselves in almost infinite solitude

Only to meet up twice in the day for a split moment.

The gears keep turning and time keeps ticking away

Relentlessly and unmoving never to be faltered.

What happens when Father Time’s clock stops ticking?

What happens when the hands stop moving

And the cogs stop turning?

The wheel begins to crack and the cogs begin to rust

Fires begin to burn and the world begins to shake.

Oceans drain into the abyss of the world

Where the farthest corners have broken and drowned.

Dreams fade from clouds that turn to dust in the sky

That chokes the lungs of the life in the earth.

Who sits in the throne of the end of time?

Who laughs in the face of the aging and despair

While everything crumbles to ash?

Death dances in the light of the darkness

With time’s head held tight in his hands.

A display as the dark descends around steel and copper

And fire flares from the cracks in time’s chamber.

As it always does on the full moon

Before death and darkness is overrun.

What happens when a full moon dies?

Will time reset and bring new life

Or will all things die in the empty space?

Another full moon falls and a new sun rises

Bringing about a new rotation with its spirits of fire.

Time is reborn and a new wheel begins to turn

When new time takes its throne from the grips of death.

It wills new cogs to turn and new life to flourish

In its infinite wheel of wisdom waiting for the death of time.