The tickling of time a dreadful foe
The mirror plays a slow, persistent game
The field watches her green turns gray
The skin welcome her new found mate
The face is familiar, yet not quite the same
A shifting landscape turns night
Nature's call to her own dismay
A call, a fate for all men to bear
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The fire isn't vanished, it just move inside
To keep the spirit warm against the cold
A time where years becomes a plague
And the bones lost her strength to the ground
It isn't a crash but a quiet rhythmic tides
The way the silver weaves into the gold
While strength linger to have a foot
Memories becomes her dearest friend