The hands of time

Stood deathly still,

The winds had

Ceased to blow,

And silence settled

On the land

Like softly falling snow.

It seemed the

Ancient prophecies

At last had come about,

For all things

Stood just as they were

The day that time ran out.

And on that day I wondered

If I’d even have the time

To put these words down

On the page

And end this silly rh