Dragon of Time

Dragon of Time

And from the dawn of time
a dragon was born
Chaos was his name
that the prophecies had told.
From the folds of metaspace
he arose and looked around
with glittering black orbs
that were his eyes.
Particles of eons old
met and formed his teeth
dripping with blood
of slaughters yet to come.

From the dawn of time
uncounted millennia ago
a dragon was born
out of the need
to end the time.
He waited and counted
every second
every thing
every thought
every deed.
Out from the depths of time
he will come
one day
to the reckoning
of everything
today.