Dust To Mountains

Dust To Mountains

I've seen high mountains

Wash away.

As they fall, so rise another day.

Flesh fades to bone,

Bone back to dust.

The sharpest blades, give way to rust.

Nations rise, and

Kingdoms fall.

And rise again, built strong and tall.

Light dims and dies,

And the night falls down.

The cursed name called with great renown.

Yet my time flows on

amidst this waste,

And the death I've seen I'll never taste.