The Man Lost in Time

Lost in the abyss of time,
Is an epic tale
Of a man who refused,
To grow old and pale.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

He was swift; a blazing inferno,
Of brimstone and fire,
He swept through space,
A temporal live-wire.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

Bathed in the delights of travel,
He ran into a warp too fast.
Outside he encountered,
The dead hand of his past.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

His past had caught up to him –
Geriatric, wrinkled, and tired.
Silent of time,
He stared at it, uninspired.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.


He had fought with gladiators,
And forged alliances,
Blazed many a path undone,
Even re-‘discovered’ the sciences.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

But the sins of his past stood guard,
At the warped transitions.
Temporal paradoxes that twisted the fabric
Of space-time coalitions

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

He moved fast, and he ran hard.
Across the time-lines,
He skid to a time that never was,
Far beyond the cosmic confines.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

Absent of time,
‘Twas an eternity of void.
He existed forever, moving,
At the speed of light, meaning devoid.

He was relatively bright,
And he moved at the speed of light.

 

 

The End

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