"Time" is the thing with four stone walls-

That harbors those who think it faulty-

And traps the thoughts and kills the dreams-

And doesn't stop- for anybody-

And most sinister- in the End- is felt-

And abrupt must be the final breath-

That could pause the fickle Necromancer-

Who ensures so many secrets kept-

Legends have been drifting 'round-

About when time and folk Concurred-

And pristine grass whispered to Me,

A story- that I hadn't Heard.