Days of Reckoning

The sky remembers every vow we broke Stone keeps count of names we never spoke We shaped our gods in gold and pride Forgot the breath that kept us alive The priests read silence in the flame The sun stands still, the stars misalign Calendars bleed their final marks Time exhales, the world holds dark Signs carved deep in temple walls Warned us long before the fall Deaf we stood before the call Now the cycle claims us all These are the days of reckoning When borrowed time demands its due The old world burns to feed the dawn As truth breaks through Fire rains where rivers ran The earth rejects the hand of man Kings dissolve into the crowd No crown survives the thundercloud Not wrath alone, but balance sworn A world must die so one is born From broken age and shattered throne The seeds of dawn are sown These are the days of reckoning The final count, the closing page What we denied, the gods reclaim To reset the age Ash falls soft on newborn ground No cries, no prayers, no victory sound A few remain, unnamed, unsure Carriers of what must endure From silence, breath From dust, a form From ending, oath The cycle reborn These were the days of reckoning Not the end, but the turning flame Through ruin, truth stands undefeated And time begins again