Time, the tyrant

With mindless cruelty he snatches away
All feelings, all joy. Relentlessly
He turns the cities into wastelands.
Mercilessly, he turns lovers into strangers.
 
He rules over the fate of men-
Only Gods can escape his tyranny.
Corrosive and constant, he allows
Only darkness, despair and decay.
 
No victory is possible over the tyrant.
It is only the foolish, or the saints
That rebel. They proudly wear the scars
Of his terrible revenge.
 
No victory is possible – steal some moments
And hide them away. Guard your memories well.
Be aware of the traps he lays – and never doubt
Your love, your feelings or your soul.
 
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