A winsome face, a wily foe
he beckons, smiling,
then vanishes and is gone
and whispers behind me as he goes,
to where none knows.
Again in the distance he appears,
nearer every step,
now slipping away with a piece of me
spectral fingers snitch days and years,
his soft breath whispers fears.
I cannot let him take from me
one more moment;
life is but a vapor,
and he the howling easterly.
I set my course toward Eternity;
Truth poised and ready.
Now an old man, a wretched ghoul,
desperate, he rasps:
I must not have what he cannot.
I put Vigilance on full,
he grapples for my soul.
There is silence; suddenly I find
space-time ceases to exist,
a new reality is born.
I am once and always alive;
old man Time has died.