whirling around in circles where the end draws another start
the present’s transition from the past is competing for future to last

visions beholding the yesteryears were borrowed moments of time
as the clock ticks closer to whispering voice in shrill of chime

once were devoured by the waves of royalties and nobilities pride
now only to remain to squabble beyond the lost honor and hide

so never be judged purely for what you have achieved today
but rather relinquish hostility as you step upon the pedestal to stay

for when the curtain falls upon your feet a thunder roars loudly
and the dark clouds will be still without winds blowing swiftly

slowly a silently your heart beats faintly gasping every single breath
blurring your sight with the deeming vision of the goddess of death

an angel without wings and a knight without a sword, standing there
seems to be waiting for something or someone from who knows where

standing steadily still at the end corner of the vague stage of delusion
raising a golden scepter alluring body and soul in the depth of oblivion