HourglassHourglassThe candle flames amidst a sea of blackare like the stars against the dying skythat swiftly change course and do not turn back,swept they be for Time's melody is nigh.And here I now walk with this dark parade,grieving with tears for one I've never met,cursing the Hour that continues to fadethat spares naught a second even to Death.For Mnemosyne's gift of memorycannot bring thee back from the Elysian Plains,nor bribe Charon enough to ferry meacross with just a word of love or thanks.Time is the enemy, full of despair,always taking away, never once fair.
MorningsMorningsAwaken with dreary eyesand disheveled hair,the faces plainand without paint.Give a smile before sunrisewhen the curtains therewould part againand smile be strained.
MirageMirageThe devious of illusions has played its trick.To catch the lie,be very quick.Avert your gaze, and you lose track.And now, you sigh;you can't get it back.
MasqueradeMasqueradeThey soar across the marble floor,with radiant smilesand dazzling eyes,the elegance--a great disguise--and they speak; all are silver-tonguedwho try to veiland hide the trailof their own woven fairytale.
MirrorsMirrorsI smile; She smiles.I laugh; She laughs.I cry; She cries.Yet she could never be me.