On the waves of the tide
Kissing the shore of The Oblivion Sea,
Time paints the shadows of dreams
That will never be deeds
As in the blue eyes of the boy
Always called out by four words -
- And then what happened?' - the comets,
Shaped in the blazing fiery beads,
Are being eaten by the maws 
Of the watery planets,
Like Chronos is eating his kids.

Of all the small gods,
Only Time is the true Artist,
The Artist that in his Art
Never grows old,
For his mirrors are being kept dark,
Turned to the walls... .