Long before she rides the herse,
Kronos gifts his cruelest curse,
All maidens lose their subtle power,
Their  sweetness will in time turn sour.

Flowers bloom a bright array,
Of colors on a summers day,
But seasons change the light to shade,
And winter makes the colors fade.

A maiden holds a blooming flower,
Both prisoners within an hour,
For time will take away their crown,
And beauty lost is never found.