Sands of time fall
In the glass, one by one
Each grain so small
Under the setting sun, it has begun
Even though it just begun
The end lingers near
When the glass is empty and done
All your worst fears will be here
Your fate will soon be realized
As the sands fall to bottom
As you lose your disguise
You too will have fallen
You have fallen, into a pit of fear
Never again to see the light
Dark and shrouded, so unclear
You get ready for a fight
Your opponent mysterious
Eyes blood red, cold
Eerie and fearless
They look deep within your soul
They know who you are
They pass judgment on your sins
You can’t hide from them
They look at you, and grin
Charging forward, they lash out
Striking away your ignorance
They hack away at your doubts
And find reason for your existence
Stripping away your sins, you are naked
And as the final grain falls, the world can see
Time could not be forsaken
For now you have been set free
You are free at last, in a cruel world of hate
Time never stands still, never wait
In this place, you are always late
Too long, too much time you waste
Here you stand, in the sands of fate
- Author: P.X. Vexxus ( Offline)
- Published: May 16th, 2017 03:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Sands of Fate [April 4, 2015] Synopsis: Describes the limitation of time, the fear of death and the judgment of sin.
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