Time

As the soon suppresses The now of present And past becomes oppressive Like the noon to settiing sun All lies betwixt the pages Nestled in among nonfictions Where history thus begins And ends on lines of truth rivaled by contradictions Then the now Unfolds into ages Giving way to sullen hours As crescent moons to full, cycle out in phases Also shadows do the same When dependent upon the dial Time the ancient warrior Shall not rescind nor stagnate by the while But thus continues on, capturing moments in an instant Marching forth with its prisoners all along Entering the future morrows of existence As it moves into dusk of further and further gone