Death Vs Time

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What is handsome?
When death kisses him,
When he’s become nothing but earth.
What is beauty?
When lushed by time,
When she’s nothing but bones.

The grey old knight,
Riding on the wings of time,
He who annuls kings and the greatest among men.

The direful dragon of old,
Devouring men into history and soon forgotten,
Who can ever put an end
To her fearsome rage?
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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