We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run.
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
- Robert Herrick
The city crumbles,
But here rises a Knight from
Under Gotham’s Bane.
When they come for Earth,
We will not go quietly
Into the night, ever.
“Does the Doctor dance?”
You ask the girl foolishly.
“Yes, he’s got the moves.”
A world on a ring
Waiting for the Reclaimer
Concealing a Flood
Tick tock tower clock,
Salesman wants his merchandise,
Moon’s about to fall.
She’s hidden behind
Armor not fit for a man.
She is the Hunter.