Time Filled With Fury

Something untouchable, flowing endlessly

Without end but most definitely with a beginning.

It is a song progressing through a melody

With the metronome slowly ticking

Counting down the life expectancy

Of a mortal who is thinking.

And as I think I am reminded

Of days and nights past

When devotion within me was ignited

Where I was deemed an out cast

For being enlightened;

Defending women as I please.

They are most utterly precious

Descending upon life like a light breeze

And if you have never had a sister so capricious

Then you have never known a surreptitious guilt to appease.