Time's Foe

The monster came
with animated wings
beating against the moon,
ushering in my transition
from captor to martyr.
Freedom flips the hourglass.
My sands spill over the sun,
blinding the light
from engraving my halo.
Whispers envelope my soul
while my sincerely held beliefs
ravish life as I, once again,
become time’s foe.

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