Golden evanescence who rang your bell with a chime,

Wrapped in presents of memories came Time.

Hair as white as snow,

Withering like the drums so hollow.

An old hag with wrinkles so sullen,

Stretched like the mats for washing on a dry ground.

Wise words from lips so rotten,

A smile so deadly like the waiting hounds.

But you shrank back in utter despondence,

Nothing to offer in her bowl of broken woes,

When the door slammed you breathed easily in pretence,

Shaking off the feeling that tomorrow was a day of sorrow.

You knew she'd be back sooner,

And she came back like a snake charmer.

With each passing breath she grew like the lilies of the dusk,

Wafting through your window like the scents of musk.

You put her off until her radiance shone like the moonlight,

And you waited to capture her in glorious delight.

But then, she spread her unknown wings,

And you heard the doorbell ring,

With her last song.

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An entry of wp_poetry's contest, MARCH IS TIMELY.