Neverending

NEVERENDING

What never ends? Not this, my friends.

The champion rides on,

Digesting rocks

And bat-winged clocks,

Rare worlds to gaze upon.

Celerity forces time like horses

Thundering through our dimming days.

The nothing threatens empty hearts,

Regurgitates no bits or parts

With which to ply our plays.

Dusk, it shades the brightest glades

The dewey, downy cheeks

Of childlike empresses,

Hapless temptresses,

Anticipating the weak.

Ever forward, toward life’s last roar,

The sphinx’s eyes of fire--

Up rise the lids

And luck, forbid,:

All champions must expire.

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