Nihil Sub Sole Novum

An ancient sun rises 'cross the sky, As on this world as any other, And hasteless turns the dial of days. In everything there is an apathy All rivers run and are returned And yet the sea is never full. The clever moon will roll the tides And still its grip will ever pull. The gales will rage and then relent But wind will never want for breath. The forests burn and are rebirthed Their roots will feed upon our death. No end to reconcile my anguish Nihil Sub Sole Novum What has been before will be again Nihil Sub Sole Novum Nunc vadam iterum In all I feel is apathy These cruel reverberations are but echoes of the dawn Ah! The crimson fire reveals and etches truth upon my bones The constant rewriting in the ages before us Implicit in the vein, here in his nebula of dust There came no end to reconcile my anguish Nihil Sub Sole Novum What has been before will be again Nihil Sub Sole Novum Whilst ever present; this hell is cyclical. The cost of promise is to fork the path I chose this burning curiosity, A searing word to leave upon the page.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 16, 2025