Times Burn

Time is an enemy,
Even if it's not all folly.
No one can prove that it's for our own good will.
Even if heaven therefore speaks it I cannot,
Accept it.

Time has yelled it's warning,
Violently and continuously at me.
Who am I to understand such a mischievous,
Griever.

My death has been long told,
And yet time has yet to touch me,
Sickeningly caressing my face,
Whispering it's sweet love into the earth.

Time is sadisitc as all hell,
Wanting it's favorites to burn,
Slowly.

-Nuri, purely fictional.