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 freeIn the wake, all is dustThe 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 windSpectres 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 shroudsIn ashen vaults, on parchment scrolls
The echoed verses state soft the tollIn the wake, all is dustVast desolation
Silent grave of aeonsRevenants watch from cold cosmic towers
Glimmering eyes of jade bear final witnessTemples 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 throneThe 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