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The Thief of Time
The Thief of Time
Comes in the night
When everyone else
Is asleep.
He glides in through the cracks,
Approaches in absent light
To dye your hair,
Taking a few strands to keep.
He will also sneak up
In the Sun's domain
To steal away your day
With merriment and cocaine.
Second are laughs
That ride upon
The twenty and four steeds
In a day.
Days used as staffs
To bat away the boredom
That continually leads
To the three-six-five of Him.
At least thats
What He says.
Yes, He can be a mischievous mate,
A Trickster of the highest class.
But don't be fooled,
For if you look once into the eyes of Fate,
That moment will be you last.
Wow
Pretty cool. I would love a bedtime stlifelike this.
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See you around
Indeed, Lady A. Glad you enjoyed the poem!