Pillars stretch tight up for the sky
Dozens of claws, the claws,
How they fear the decor of the floor
Thousands of arms reach out from either side
Forever they seem to stay
Ever so quiet, stuck through time

Visual elements shows time rotating by
Thousands of sights, the sights
How they show us bliss through one eye
But with the other, tech us that everything must cease to be
No matter how vast and wide
No matter how far they climb
They shall never reach the sky, stuck forever through out time.