Urging the thuds of
 a sacred catharsis shattered,
 Time barely pirouettes
 out of Life's infinite reach.
 Taunting, daring Lady Life,
 Time mocks resolute ignorance                                                                                 She deems endless bliss.
 But, upon her every quiddity,
 Life sanctions a cruel regime.
 Then leaf subsides to leaf.

 Time curses the Fates cyclic,
 to inhabit as boon and bane
 when his effleurage touch
 excruciatingly, decays Life
 or slowly replenishes her.
 Condemned to his forges,
 he toils to create more of Life,
 but her panic-stricken, wild eyes 
 fear his unpredictable aura.
 So Eden sank to grief.

 Life clings to her eternal wager
 to take caution or abandon it?
 By the end, the truth repeals,
 for every decision leads to
 Life's frail and crackling husk.
 One day she will crumble...
 Time will stand alone, waiting
 for another entity he could kill.
 Time will wane his sweetheart,
 so dawn goes down to day.

 For parched and aching Life,
 Time flouts the sibylline ways,
 and cleaves his lucid-sewn hands.
 Life adorns her youth proudly,
 Her power, gerful once again.
 Her vengeance is ultimate now.
 Life damned Time with a wager,                                                                                   Her soft, blood-red lips cackling,
 "Nothing gold can stay"