Chronos moves each passing moment,
Not a second, does he contemplate relent.
Ours, maybe – his existence never spent.
Even in our own vain song-
Even there he lingers ever on
Within the meter, without a dent.
Whether epic or terse – irrelevant,
He remains still going strong.
Luna`s beauty may wax and wane,
His glory remains the eternally same.
Even the Olympians have faded away,
His lasting motion is here to stay.
So many myths are but a dream,
On his face, his power can be seen.
Deny if you will, the effects of his will;
Remain still, and he`ll consume you still.
While we try to impress, he`ll impress;
A wrinkly line to remind,
That he is the God of Time.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker