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Silver wings circle

Portents of a strange past returning

Over bones of crippled behemoths

I tread through the mire

In the mists, I can feel it

Looming as a vulture

Eyes fall upon me

Searching, shifting in judgement

So small, so weak...

Pale in the dimming light of æons

Near the river, I see it

Jet black and silent

Approaching, I'm diminished

By mysteries of 10,000 ages

I cannot remember

From where I came

And I cannot remember

Who I once was

The slow march of time

Turns even the greatest of triumphs

To nothing

Nothing more than sand

Washed into the infinite sea