An untamed spirit
She\'s been called
She waits for no one
And to none bow down;
No whisperer nor wizard
Could ever break her:
She goes on at her bidding
Deadlines send you reeling.
Tangle with her and you\'re done for,
How you\'d come through, no telling.
But brash or brave
I must face her
Each second hand
A pulse-raiser
And time harnessed
shall be my steed into some future sunset
that I should still meet.