The Mill

Tall it stands With twisting wings on high Built on stones From the olden mine The winds forevermore Will drive its wheel Draw the circle And make it squeal The wheel keeps turning - merciless We try and burn We hope and break The mill grinds on We lose and earn We give and take The mill grinds on By the water's spring Stands the mill Hope and loss Have built its iron spine In raging move And in infinite line It grinds away the sands of time

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Air and wind diffuse The sence of things in move Sands distort Grain by grain None can stem the tide Not one grain denied In the air Disappear Try to save just one last grain And mix the water with the sand With my bare hands formed into clay The sands of time - a monument Try to save just one last grain And breathe new life into this site I mix the water with the sand And life and death unite Stormclouds form Air is torn All I did in vain Washed away by rain

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025