Time is but a shadow twisting in the sun;
Forlorn and forgotten.
Cold and dry are her lips so that
no breath could pass through without shattering the shell.
Oh where has it gone and to whom?
What man so greedy, so rich, so..unfortunate could buy such a treasure.
Or more, steal it from those now sad forgetting eyes that were once,
not long ago, aglow with laughter. What is its worth?
For shame! What a man!
A man who steals breath under the cloak of darkness and prolongs his own life with it.
Is this a man?
Nay, some devil. Oh how sadness can drive one so mad as he.
Then can you see that the things that were so forgotten
are now remembered. Y
ou cannot escape the fate oh devil, which has befallen every man
whose soul you have driven out with a pike. Every man whose wives you have stripped of a
each child a father, and each being a companion.
If you demon have a soul, remember: every breath expires and every soul escapes its capsule.
Time is but a shadow devil, twisting in the sun. It fades into the darkness alone and forgotten.
As one day, you too will be.