Time

Hours are slithering from her hands like sand in an hourglass, 

The deceptive maneuvering time smiles impishly wearing mistrust. 

She sighs in vain that someday her spirits will be crushed

Under the relics of decrepitated crust. 

Time elucidates to her in a commanding voice, for she has no choice, 

"I wield my cycle at a stealthy pace, I'm eternally unbounded. 

I never explicate my course of action in progress, 

It's my discretion that evokes tides and ebbs but I'm always dumbfounded." 

"If you have the patience to wait for your turn, 

I can play the vanguard of your fortune, I confirm."