The Dirge of Chronos

On forlorn cellar shelf

And beneath the hollow cask

The lies the unitary goblet

Languidly abandoned as elongated time

The dust has permeated the brim

Once drank the merry fellow blood he thinned

Where hands once raised and drank of cheer

Are laying low crossed in the cold earthly cavern

For on his tomb was engraved,

"Here lies the greatest of all angels,

A master slain by his own spear"

Some knew him as the master of scholars

And then some knew him under moons in scarlet robes

Still his passing will not be lost from delicate memory

His noble scribes conceiving adept study

And an artificer of mingling magical fabrics

All his weariness was within his good

Yet all his enemies biased did not rest

Through his long ruling of Horus

Those that did prevail him were none

Handfuls of humble offerings did he cast

The world is now prosperous and more to last

All his work learned is to be sought as undone

Even though some believe this shadowed man as a dark sun

So we all marched in gray procession

Forgiving the hardest of hearts

We have survived the greatest lessons

Awaiting his fallen star

So hear our dirge, an ode to Chronos

He is the giver and bearer of light

All of our fond memories we are debt to

Our father of beloved time

By Michael R Pinnell