Wild Autumn Wind

Across the plains come drifts of sandFrom graves of water and tombs of manThe hollow weight of historyDesiccated and blowing freeIn the wake, all is dustThe bones of beasts and the bones of kingsBecome dust in the wake of the hymnMighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fallNo more than a breath on the windSpectres and gods adrift in the wild, mournful windVast cycles unfold across the span of æonsColossal keeps consumed and left as burial moundsAnd even stars will fade into empyrean shroudsIn ashen vaults, on parchment scrollsThe echoed verses state soft the tollIn the wake, all is dustVast desolationSilent grave of æonsRevenants watch from cold cosmic towersGlimmering eyes of jade bear final witnessTemples crumble as the great wheel turnsGround to dustMonuments and megaliths unnamedFall the sameEarth and sky enrobed in deathless voidEndless nightWorm of Autumn claims its final throneThe bones of beasts and the bones of kingsBecome dust in the wake of the hymnMighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fallNo more than a breath on the wind