The One Who Survived

Between the realms

Of gods and men,

The Goddess of Time

Sheds crystal tears

Upon a floor of stars,

The salty fruit of her broken heart

Like drops of rain upon her cheeks

Within a mirror

Reflections of the past.

The dancing ghosts

Of those she once loved

Of the home she once knew.

A prelude of hatred

The song of battle

The cries of the dying

Mingle with the last breath

of the sovereign,

serenading the mother's

shattered dreams.

A gentle prayer upon her lips,

The great crystal

sings in her hand.

She does not hear the goddess cry.

When, with scarcely a whisper,

She falls,

Crystal shards slipping

From a cold hand

So, too, falls the goddess,

Only to wake alone.

For never will she join them.

Time shall never join

The ranks of friends and lovers

Finally free.

Immortal Time,

She will always be,

The one who survived.