December's Walls

As time doth flee like shadow into night Though quietly, as stubborn as a steed Which hath not met awareness to its plight Those heels whose speed shan't yield unto the thief November knows the bell doth certain toll Sans stale emotion for the passing fair Though brides of spring may tarry 'long the road December's walls lay waste the ill-prepared Yet preparation merely steels the gaze For that which breathes to live can ne'er assail And bars of iron or delicate crochets Canst not forestall the lifting of the veil The agony assuaged by false pretense Enables the impaling to commence