I watched in rapture a crystal moment,
Youth’s heritage caught by surprise.
But being only a fragment that Time lent,
It was lost to Eternity’s vise.
How intense is the pain I feel as I see
The sands of Time swiftly flow
Through the fingers of Birth, then Youth, as he
In turn feels age’s woe.
Relentless, remorseless destroyer of life
Who rules with an iron hand,
You thrive in increasing the pain of strife,
Bringing all beneath your command.