Eternity is the constant abandoning of oneself to infinity.
Time is eternity in motion.
Seed, tilling around.
Ravishing soil, tickling leaves.
Dancing on sodden land.
Babylon rests, in sun-golden rays.
Fortuna smiles upon you.
Material happiness, fortunate marriage, contentment.
lest they find what drunkeness suits them best,
and be called happy.
Yellow roses, shine golden.
Adorned with blood.
Smoldering, in a sea of cosmic smoke.
Burning, in a dazzling blaze of glory.
For all the stars to see.
"Do not worry I will be gentle," said the wolf.
"You mean to tell me, a beast as monstrous as you, is capable of mercy," said the traveler.
"No, not mercy," said the wolf. “Gentleness, there is a difference. I will devour you tenderly.”