The "12" Hour Glass

Like an angel with wings as white as snow,
you came from the heavens above and saved me.
an empress sent from a fairytale land; far, far away
you stole my existance and created a void.
This emptiness I adorne, can be filled,
with nothing other than your soul.

Disbelief I recognize, as I make my way through the forest of everafter.
grief I soon realize as this journey is said to be begotten before it began.
I myself fortold the end,
as it was just beginning.

Selfishly I ran through the motions of a love that was forever,
I disreguarded the end as it was to come, never.
foolish, my forshadowed thoughts I consealed,
through fear of actualizing the end and what it held.
disguised by nothing, this torment and suffering.
Knowledge of this loves demise, I ran into it with wreckless abandon.

No fear of repercussion,
no need for discussion,
no worry, no guilt,
true passion I felt!

Now reaping the awful, I stand now in shambles.
my heart a scene of carnage, I knew it was upon me.
Gone now she goes, My body now slows,
every breath I run to catch her, every step I see me falter!

I reach for the twelve, hourglass and stare at it gently,
I place it in my sight ever so softly.
I look into it with the softest gaze,
instead of eternity now only seven hundred eighty six days.
three hundred ninety turns of the glass
doesnt seem to long for the long time to pass.
To repare my soul, and regain my love,
to be once again with my angel from above.
I will look at time as a second away,
as a turn of the twelve hour glass, one time a day.
As I flip it and flip it and turn it again,
the sooner and sooner my tormant will end.
For i thought she was gone for, forever today,
now I have realized she is just a turn away.