An untamed spirit
She's been called
She waits for no one
And to none bow down;
No whisperer nor wizard
Could ever break her:
She goes on at her bidding
Deadlines send you reeling.
Tangle with her and your done for,
How you'd come through, no telling.
But brash or brave
I must face her
Each second hand
A pulse raiser
And time harnessed shall be my steed into some future sunset
that I still should meet.