The old man of Saturn
time's lord absolute
casts his scythe to the ground
he speaks to the revolving moons abound

He bids them a fond farewell
as his clocks stop forever and a while
it's a erroneous sabbatical
for king Chronos  

He is on the verge of madness
the ages would love to see him disappear
but where he does rule
his followers are always near

They pull him protectively away
telling him to fight another day
yet Chronos bitterly weeps
with tears of blood that seep

Time to chance
time to jump
his throne is now empty
for another king to emerge


By Christos Andres Kourtis aka NeonSolaris