Fiery flames lick the base,
of all the loves in outer space.
The sun it spin in endless rounds,
Spelling doom for those on ground.
Time it is the greatest thief,
Of life and joy, it turns to grief.
Weeping in the dark of night.
As skin gets dry and you lose sight.
Can any love these aging hands?
Turned to dust like desert sands.
Can any love these darkened eyes?
Or will it be forever I?
You haunt my each and every turn,
Making my heart ache and burn.
Shadowy creatures of the long gone past,
You take away the joy that lasts.
Remember me Hera, whom I have served,
From youthful times your favor earned.
I feel afraid of the lonely nights,
Where aging eyes can't have sight.
When all the lights have gone with day,
None can love me, here, this way.
I'll always love you, Queen of the Skies,
For you are strong and never lie.
About the Creator
Emily Marie Concannon
I am a world nomad with a passion for vegan food, history, coffee, and equality.
You can find my first novel on Kindle Vella here: https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B09V4S7T4N :) I appreciate all your support and engagement! :)
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Comments (6)
You have such beautiful way with words.
Food for thought.... Well done :)
This is beautifully written, Emily. Subscribed to your work. 😁
Time is indeed the greatest thief great line, well done
I love the rhythm of your verse, and the strength as it builds in this piece. :)
Wow. That gorgeous. Well done.