As The Pendulum Sways

As The Pendulum Sways and Time Drifts Astray, and the Wind swifts away all that was and returns it to it's Essence beyond the Ashes and Dust, and the Ticking Withers into the Frey leaving only that witch was Forged along The Way, and all that remains is the Sacred Flame Of Truth the Eternal Spark Of The Absolute, Illuming like Stardust Into the night and Scintillating unto the Sun Light, Ever-Enduring, The Great Soul is Wise Progressing, Evolving, Ever-Upright, Ever- So Bright, The Sacred Torch burns with life Coming and Going, All Knowing, ALL TRIUMPH!