Time Is Not Beguiled
The glass reflects the path of painful scars
That cross the furrowed contours of despair.
You wondered as you wandered under stars:
Is time a flaunted thief of youth and flair?
But time is not beguiled by lost regret
So often found inside a boundless heart
Where life itself will then be filled with debt
And usury that tears a life apart.
The verity of vision you composed
Of surges then retreats has caused you pain,
As time now comes with subtlety imposed
Upon the marrow of each day's refrain.
Prepare to pay the curse of Charon's toll;
The Ferryman demands your very soul.
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