Somewhere in the silent waters of eternity,
Decayed shadows scurry along, panting, behind
A reaper sailing on the shimmering surface of the elixir
In chase of what cannot be caught,
There, the ocean’s waves tick like a clock
and waters of the eternal river cannot be turned.
Sands trickle into the hour glass,
Awaiting no man, no matter the cause.
Forward and forward he moves.