Part Four

we made it past their forward defences
silently creeping along the wall
past the watch dogs
silent sentinels, lightly dozing
as the mist arose we stole the ancient treasure
from the temple of the fire
and delivered it unto our fair gods
imposing and immaculate
and we were rewarded with eternal sleep
what a jip, we thought
as we lay frozen,
unmoving in the ancient gallery
next to the heroes of years gone by
we sighed and accepted our fate
surely it is better this way
to lie unchanged and watch the passage of time

the progression of the eons
left little mark upon our souls
silent tombs
the graffiti of the young
our only markings
and as we watched
the stars blazed and fade away

we realized that we sacrificed our lives
to pave the way
for the ungrateful generations to come
and what have we now
but empty tombs and dusty tomes
a star in the pavement of the sidewalk
and heroes older than our memories can recall
and legends we have become,
tales told by the fireside.