Eternity

In the mountains there is a crypt. In this crypt there lies a body. In this body lies eternity. It flows sluggish and lethargic like the river Styx toward and endless canopy of night and day where there is no time. Time has run out. Confusion is its watch guard  and the endless echo of its breath against its hollow husk its only companion. Eternity. This is no garden of earthly delights and yet, it is patient as it embraces the slow caress of twilight's rest. Endless. Loss. It speaks beautifully of life for it knows it intimately. It has fed off the nectar that creates hope where there is none. But not even the night noticed.