She was made of stories and magic
Her world was an hourglass
As sand slipped through her pages;
It collected in her palms.

It made patterns on her skin
The curves of fate, she thought.
She followed the lines stealthily
For the fear of being caught.

For who knew what lay out there
Amongst the sand castles and the storm
Her stories may loose their magic
Her pages might get torn.

At the end of destiny's map
The sight held her in enrapture.
For she was a queen in a tower
In her story's ending chapter.

But skimming to the end
Had come at a grave cost
For now, all the sand had fallen
All her time was lost.