Time (The Tragic Fragility...)

Time (The Tragic Fragility Of White Picket Fences)
by: Marcus Maneval


Time we have, and time we spend
'Til we come 'round eternity's bend.
An unstoppable turn we all must take.
But I fear, before then, ne'er shall I awake.
For to date, I hold no calling or place,
But a heart of virtue, and her elysian face.

And although, her, I forever embrace,
I fear for our future we nearly taste.
Set it aside and continue the day,
But "what shall become of us" will stay.

The heavy glare of the raven, I feel,
Perched in dark rafters above my bed.
The cold breath of the wraith, I feel,
Grazing the hair behind my head.

Do, these burdens, my eyes convey?
Like your scandelous secrets that mine survey?
Or are my eyes like that dark ocean we've wept
That, in shadows, veil the chaos in it's depth?

But for now, my love, lay your chest upon mine,
And let us revel in the this last year of peace.
Like the elder couple, in omega's hour,
Holds only to one another, atop heaven's clocktower

In that desperate hour, his trembling lips part to send
A calming word for a trembling soul to befriend
"Time we have, and time we spend
'Til we come 'round eternity's bend."
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