Wild Autumn Wind

Across the plains come drifts of sand
From graves of water and tombs of man
The hollow weight of history
Desiccated and blowing free.

In the wake, all is dust.

The bones of beasts and the bones of kings
Become dust in the wake of the hymn
Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall
No more than a breath on the wind.

Spectres and gods adrift in the wild, mournful wind
Vast cycles unfold across the span of aeons
Colossal keeps consumed and left as burial mounds
And even stars will fade into empyrean shrouds.

In ashen vaults, on parchment scrolls
The echoed verses state soft the toll.

In the wake, all is dust.

Vast desolation
Silent grave of aeons.

Revenants watch from cold cosmic towers
Glimmering eyes of jade bear final witness.

Temples crumble as the great wheel turns
Ground to dust
Monuments and megaliths unnamed
Fall the same
Earth and sky enrobed in deathless void
Endless night
Worm of Autumn claims its final throne.

The bones of beasts and the bones of kings
Become dust in the wake of the hymn
Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall
No more than a breath on the wind.