Too little time, none to waste,
a pact was made, death was beat.
You reigned supreme, forever hold your place,
among the earth, with unending heartbeat.
To live a life, and live it again,
to watch all grow and live and thrive.
At the end, among the last of men,
a line was crossed, only you’ll survive.
When the candle is quenched, and there is no sky,
a thousand times, a sun sets and rise;
when the stars are dead, what is left but I?
Woe is me, who never dies.