Princess of Time
I am the new Reaper.
Stealing souls as I walk across shattered glass meadows.
Taking life from both young and old.
Leaving pain and hate to be consoled.
Breaking promises and crushing dreams.
Turning life into a balance beam. (don’t fall)
This job of mine, my duty, my life,
Is constantly causing pain and strife.
I did not choose it to be this way,
But an order from the sun’s brightest ray.
I am the Elemental daughter Princess of time;
The end of a life’s worthy climb.
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