In the cosmic loom where eons spin,
The Guardians' dance was to begin.
But lurking in time's shadowed fold,
The Chronophage, hungry and bold.
Celestial steps, a sacred rite,
The Guardians gathered in the night.
To weave protection through all time,
Their Chronos' dance, a spell sublime.
But time unravels, threads undone,
The Chronophage's feast begun.
The dance falters, rhythms break,
As moments shatter in its wake.
From cosmic depths, it rose unseen,
Devouring seconds in between.
The Guardians' patterns, once so sure,
Now stumble, fall, no longer pure.
The time unravels, threads undone,
The Chronophage's feast begun.
The dance falters, rhythms break,
As moments shatter in its wake.
In the space between tick and tock,
The beast strikes, all plans to mock.
Eternity's maw opens wide,
No past or future can hide.
The Guardians' steps, once light and free,
Now heavy with entropy.
Their cosmic waltz, once graceful, grand,
Dissolves like castles made of sand.
Time unravels, order falls,
The Chronophage consumes all.
The dance forgotten, silence reigns,
As chaos breaks its temporal chains.
In the void where moments die,
The Chronophage's victorious cry.
The Guardians' dance, a memory,
Lost in time's vast, hungry sea.