By Elri Voigt
Gazing over her subjects, Time watches Waiting for the next victim to be subject to her iron rule None can escape it, like a goddess She waits, immortal and cruel To laugh as mankind tries to outrun her, and fails
Two pairs of eyes meet Two hearts skip a beat Two souls believe In a destiny Two hands join together
Time sees all and smiles, it will only be A matter of days, weeks, months, or years Before the two hands are free She settles back to watch love adhere To her spells
The hands on the clock turn; days become years Life hints at a farewell, Yet Time does not have as much power as she appears Despite rolling eyes, clenched fists, and frustrated yells Slammed doors never remain shut for long
Tears are dried when fingers are intertwined once more For until death does part The two remain joined heart to heart
Elri Voigt is a young adult living in sunny South Africa. She loves all things book related and has been writing since she was 11. She isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, and she relies on her trusted friend “coffee” to get the writing job done.
Awww…this is so pretty! I love it, Elri (beautiful name, by the way!) Thanks for sharing!
Loved this, Eiri! Great job. 😀
I like this a lot. Thank you for sharing, Elri. 🙂