Stately History marching, 

but missing a heartbeat, 

stealing last sighs

with its austere eyes, 

brandishing swords

and quills, trying 

to quench a need, 

a human greed for

happenings, the kind

that might spill

some blood, and 

then some ink. 

 

When ends are nigh, 

History just smiles, 

ready to still Time, 

on scrolls to shine;

in its back pocket 

you'll find

immortelles, and 

a pinch of hindsight.