THE SANDS OF TIME
In the heart of the ancient world,
A relic of immense power unfurled.
The Sands of Time, a gift from the gods,
To shape the world, to heal all odds.
A relic of immense power unfurled.
The Sands of Time, a gift from the gods,
To shape the world, to heal all odds.
With a touch, it could turn back the tide,
Mend broken hearts, and wounds provide.
But in the wrong hands, it could be dire,
A weapon of destruction, set on fire.
Mend broken hearts, and wounds provide.
But in the wrong hands, it could be dire,
A weapon of destruction, set on fire.
Kings and tyrants sought its might,
To wage their wars, to seize the night.
They coveted its power, untold,
To bend the world to their mold.
To wage their wars, to seize the night.
They coveted its power, untold,
To bend the world to their mold.
And so the Sands of Time were spilled,
On bloodstained fields, where dreams were stilled.
The once-sacred gift, now turned to curse,
Unleashed a chaos, ever worse.
On bloodstained fields, where dreams were stilled.
The once-sacred gift, now turned to curse,
Unleashed a chaos, ever worse.
For the Sands of Time, they do not lie,
They reflect the hearts of those who ply.
And when used for ill, their power corrupts,
Leaving a trail of ruin, where hope rupts.
They reflect the hearts of those who ply.
And when used for ill, their power corrupts,
Leaving a trail of ruin, where hope rupts.
But still, the Sands of Time endure,
A testament to power, both pure and impure.
A reminder that great gifts come with great cost,
And that wisdom must guide, lest we be lost.
A testament to power, both pure and impure.
A reminder that great gifts come with great cost,
And that wisdom must guide, lest we be lost.
