Time, this brutal meizer pulling at my flesh
aging like the apple, said once to dawn Eves hand
A tight rope of misfortune, just when the end is near
stretches to the horizon, it forms another year
Sometimes slow and unrelenting
others, fast, quickly forgetting
moving to the wind, a gypsy long gone
the goddess dances in the moon light glow
she smiles as her arms, turn in mysted air
like arms upon an hour glass
weaving slow dispair
This ever forsaken lot
that binds us to the clock
souls are but ripples
as Hades ties the knot
Fates holds us till we're cut
Horses of the crimson flames
trot along to trace our names
upon the pages of history
forgotten or forever famed.
Time, his cold eyes peirce
criple my smile
like the flowers of summer
dry and decay
season by season
day by slowing day..
the tears you release tell me
I'll be gone.. some day
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