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My Dear Poet Sep 2021
It’s the end of the world, as we know it
So hurry, hold me close and we can slow it

Beneath a burning sky, lets hold the other
Forget the fights and heartaches, my lover

Meet me down that alley, where we first met
where the fire hasn’t spread there yet

Let us speak the things that remain unsaid
and sit our hearts down, inside our head

Can I call you ‘my wife’, before the end?
There may not be a morrow, but we can pretend

Let’s find a church before they’re burned to the ground
Make our vows before the sky falls down

Take my hand and run through the streets
Sing our love before the chaos proceeds

Play the tune that we’ll always remember
dance beneath a red moon, now or never

The world may think we're a little mad
yet, it’s the best of days we’ve ever had

You and I, my love, are forever
it’s not over till we’re over
Discordia Huevo Sep 2016
Once upon a time,
A single star shone with pride,
Its light let our moments flow,
He is Kronos, our time's soul.

One day destruction fell,
He bid his fellow stars farewell,
Towards our land he ventured,
To seek for Earth's treasure.

The stratosphere's power he does not know,
Losing his body but not his soul,
Flames blazed his remains forming brass,
Into what we call an hourglass.
A short story working in progress. This is the tale of the God of Time reformed into  an hourglass and traverse our land. Hope you'll enjoy ^_^

Title "La Kronos Huevo" means The Egg of Chronos.
Alex Vice Apr 2014
Funny thing about time is it isnt real,
There is no then or before
There's just now, like a wheel,
Now is constant but always moving,
And the funny thing about time,
There's always more
Because it's all now, over and over again
So no pressure, because time,
Won't ever end...

— The End —