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.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
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.
