Chrono Evolution

Time, blind and old to us.

Accursed or valuable in our hands.

Morning among the earliest tribe,

enflamed the despair among the socialites.

Rising to greet us with a passionate smile,

leaving us with a cold wave goodbye.

Day or night, do we even notice the life

among the dying?

Time, hated or loved by us.

Spent among ourselves without recognition.

A most contemplated object, watched from

afar with tired eyes.

Guiding us indirectly with measured amounts

of emotions, bearing sadness of tragedy comes.

Not often a wondrous joy as loved ones

gather among the flames of the world,

disguised as seasons.

Time, with sorrow or with apathy.

Alone among the universe, not one friend and

not one enemy.

Still it moves among the smallest cell,

watched government rise and fall.

Wars fought and the beheading of peace,

so little is there to thank time for.

So many grievances we place upon his shoulders.

After the fall of man, will there be anything

left for Time?

Cold heroes fall from heaven.

As sorrow descents the stairs of souls,

dreams shatter on the floor like a crystal mug.

Turning our heads away from the flaming anger of our father,

his hands lacerate our cheeks.

Not one tear fills our eyes as they fade from rebellion and into hatred.

Spreading our voices around to the others,

our word's shatter the chains on  our throats.

Perfect darkness ascends the heavens,