Eternal

A poem of time and endings

As the years pass
and the days grow older,
the sun shines
with the moon's light.
As the wind blows
and the seasons grow bolder,
a lone owl watches
the bats in flight.
As the mountains freeze
and the world grows colder,
a dragon stirs
as silent as night.
The path is long
and the road is broken,
Who's spirit once strong
Death has spoken.