The Hour Glass
It was as if I were watching through, an hour glass that mirrored the lives of two
I watched them live as my life froze, through the swirling sands of time that blew
So herein lies a tale so sad, the heartbreak of a romance gone bad
of love fully given with no return, of grace without knowing what she had
He loved her from the day they met, in his heart her image was burned and set
He loved her more than life itself, it was this love she just didn’t get
At first I saw no beauty in the lady, her appearance was cold, dim and shady
lips that never split to smile, her shoulders slumped and heart so jadey
In her face there came a change, she seamed so lovely, no so strange
I wondered at this gift he gave, why he chose her in such derange
In time she grew to love him back, but the love he gave she seemed to lack
seeking only what she could gain, her heart was cool and traced with black
He never really seamed to care, He sat, talked, laughed with her there
she tied to earn love freely given, but trying turned time into air
Then appeared in my hour glass, the lord of sheoul, with his ladies at mass
He cared not but for himself, he was brilliant and dashing and rather crass
The ladies followed as if he mattered, no thought to the lives that shattered
I saw the lady leave the man, he called but was drowned by all that clattered
He ran after her, he loved her so, grabbed her by the waist and arm, but no
She screamed and fought against her love, she said she didn’t want to stay but go
He told her that he loved her still, she looked at him with darts to kill
And she ran away from her true love, he waited for her return until
One day he had a message come your love’s in trouble, although having fun
Death is close but she does not see, that she will die and it will be done
She will belong to the collector of souls, she has no chance to escape these tolls
If you want to see her once more, go to the city square of sheouls
He left his fine and lordly place, of comfort and his much deserved grace
Journeyed through the lands of dark, he left is all without a trace
People mocked him as he came, disguised as a peasant, one so plain
He heard the tales of his loves sin, but still his heart remained the same
He journey then was at an end, the sign read sheoul and only moments would spend
His mission was clear, he knew the laws well, but he knew a way to make them bend
He walked into the village square, and took in all the horrors there
His love stood in the judgement seat, her soul to be sold and death would stare
No need for a trail to be held, the jury agreed, guilty as said
Her fun was over, but out of her eye, she saw her love and filled with dread
‘here to watch me suffer and die’ she said to herself, ‘but I will not cry’
her heart in pieces in his hands, the tears fell even though she did try
His actions then surprised me still, I watched Him walk up the hill
He spoke with words commanding calm, ‘I’m here to save, there will be no kill’
The crowd laughed at this display, ‘no one saves on any day’
Her crimes had been fully done, not backing down he did stay
‘who is he? This peasant, nothing, and he thinks to do something?’
but the prince of sheoul, he knew better, the death of this man meant he could sing.
The prince sent his ladies into the crowd, got everyone riled up and loud
The change was made before my eyes, the lady was taken and the dark prince bowed.
They bruised and cut and hurt him deep, blood ran across the earth and seeped
Love shone through his eyes still clear, in his heart her image he would keep
In the town of sheoul at that time, the sky went dark and evil chimed
And in the hour glass I watched, as the man was killed for his lovers crime
He went into deaths black depths, calling to heaven, breathed his last breath
The sky clouded and thunder shook, the crowd so gleeful now bereft
Wanting to look away, but not able, as the lord of sheoul finished at his table
He laughed and triumphed with all his friends, but 3 days past didn’t make things stable
The laws were bent, tried, fulfilled, the earth shook and from it life spilled
And the one who died three days ago, he rose above what he had been killed
To the ladies house he sped, full of love and this he said
‘I love you more then life itself, I do it again if I had to, back to the dead’
the hour glass then grew dim, I could no longer see within
from inside I heard me say, “how can you love someone so grim’
‘how could you die for someone like me, I still won’t love back don’t you see?
I am not worthy of this grace, why didn’t you let me die and be?’
He held her close in grace that day, ‘I’ll not let you far stray
I’ll walk with you and this I say, I loved you then, before the clay.
