Glory

Listen to the raindrop
Washing down the street
The footsteps of the night

Whispers of the fire
Trading mighty trees
To ash’s dying heart.

Mother of all battles
Gathered men and beasts
From depths of graves the glory
The glory shall feast.

Yet day has gone to ashes
Oblivion spread fast
The dust has swallowed careless
The wasted dreams of past.

Nd weather wake or dreaming
There’s a truth I know
How dream-wise human glory
Has come up and go

The glory, the glory
Empty sensless dream
Ashes by a stone
Rain drop in a stream.