The towers of Giants crumble to Mountains
The foot prints of gods become Seas
Mighty stars die, but their light shines on
- So what becomes of me?
The author writes the famous Novel
The playwright his glorious Play
Legends are born from the Earth itself
- But who will remember me?
The painter paints a lasting Portrait
The sculptor sculpts a timeless Statue
The carpenter likens the mighty King
- Will my face last in memory?
The mountains will Crumble to a tiny hill
The novel in time will be Burned
The portrait's face shall Fade to obscurity
- Then they shall be like me.
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