The Hours Lost

"Today you lost all the hours Yesterday also my son" In my ear whispered Zurvan The God of Time, the unique one and beyond Blackest onyx dark is the colour, The colour of the hours lost And an experience of pure evil, The free plunge into the embrace of time You would never have ever existed Before the invention of time And are now brought in to watch your decay In the race of each hour following another "And time is the annihilating black paint I submerge you in by the hour" In my ear whispered again Zurvan The God of Time, the unique one and beyond

30 Oct 2020 Southbank, Melbourne