Time and Death

June 30, 2009
Sitting in a meadow
watching
as
Time
goes
by.

She waves farewell,
and
drops
a
watch
at my feet
to let me know
when it's
done.

Soon
in the distance, I
see
another rider
approaching,
her throne a
dark,
dark,
horse.

She smiles
and
picks
me
up.

The watch from
Time
is run down.

Her sister
has
come.





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