Essence Immortal

Surely it was taken from me, stolen as I lay deep in slumber for I hardly possess any of the reward Just as a child awakens on Christmas morn I entered into this world only to feel, as night falls and sleep beckons, the moment all too soon gone Time, an ally to the executioner, methodically marches me toward the gallows ticks of a clock seem as drum beats Awaiting my destiny, only hope can now release me from these shackles I bear When time allotted has expired, when but dust, forgotten by most, may my strokes caress the heart and sweeten the blooms A rebirth woven into every strand experienced newly by each soul opening their hearts This is the essence of immortality