Time

And days rolled on
like wheels on a black chariot
on a never-ending journey
through limitless void.
Heroes and villains rose and fell.
Theses and antitheses were made and marred.
Kings were rebels once.
Villains are heroes once.
And Time made history of them all--
time and again.
An unchanging history
of follies of man
and glory of man;
illusions of grandeur
and unannounced twists of fate.
They thought they'll change history,
but history never changes
and like a motion picture stuck in a loop,
just repeats itself--
over the rotting corpses
of heroes and villains,
of villains and heroes,
of pawns who wear gilded caps
and kings who wear ragged crowns.
And days rolled on
like wheels on a black chariot
on a never-ending journey
through limitless void.