.The hour glass turns
sand runing through
crystals of timeless bays.
Silent days.
When we were free
free to hunt,
free to sing our song.
Then time was court
in a bottle.
Killing our song
time turns in the hour glass.
Time running by
Time turns in the hour glass
us we die.
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