ELUSIVITY

Elusivity In the realm where fleeting moments dwell, Time is a specter, a tale to foretell. A precious resource, beyond mortal hold, Its passage unfolds, a story untold. Tick by tick, it wanes in eerie lament, As shadows lengthen, whispers are sent. A somber reminder, it tolls in the night, That each passing hour fades to endless blight. For time, the greatest treasure we yearn, A phantom currency, for which we burn. Its worth transcends earthly desires we crave, Yet it slips through our grasp, into the grave. No riches to amass, no bargains to make, Time eludes our grasp, a cruel twist of fate. With each fleeting breath, it slips from our reach, Leaving behind a void no wealth can beseech. Let us not squander this spectral gift, But savor its essence, our spirits uplift. For time, the muse that whispers in rhyme, Beckons us to create, before the end of our time. Embrace the present, let go of the past, In sepulchral realms, where memories amass. For time, a raven, tapping at our soul's door, Inspires us to create, to seek evermore. In the darkness, we find solace and light, As we weave tales of wonder, both grim and bright. For time, the enigma we cannot control, Weaves its tapestry, consuming our soul. So heed its whispers, and feel its cold embrace, For time, in its essence, we find our own grace. In the style of Poe, we lament and we dream, Capturing the fleeting, in words that gleam.