| Only So Many
© 2006 By Elisa Williams
With time set in the grey-faced sun dial
Each shadow that moves holds fear and dread.
Like water through a sieve, as sand in the hourglass
The life that held us in our youth slowly drains away.
Ticking clock and falling sand, these ominous sounds we hear,
Whispering softly letting us know death draws ever nigh.
We beseech our gods on high and they turn with leisured pace.
We beg of them "Oh hear our cry and save us from this death!
This blank face of horror is drawing ever close
And before our eyes, wreathed in fires of hell,
Dance visions of torment and tears."
"This mortal life," The gods reply, "is but a breath and then it's gone.
You did not ask, we never told you. We cannot save you from what you fear."
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