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Defenceless.
Ah time,
you wanton wretch,
defiler
in each darkening
sky,
cutting through
the legions
of all dawns.
No hand to stay
your unquiet
voice,
or earthly shield,
your spear
decry.
No succour found
for he who
mourns.
Ah time,
you wanton wretch,
defiler
in each darkening
sky,
cutting through
the legions
of all dawns.
No hand to stay
your unquiet
voice,
or earthly shield,
your spear
decry.
No succour found
for he who
mourns.
Here's To Time
nice write re: time's relentlessness ~ A ~
Thank you, time sometimes
Thank you, time sometimes takes away too much, too soon. Sue.