Time, trickling through the hourglass; slowly, mere fine sand
Seeping, through the tiny crevice, leisurely seeping away
What is gone shall never return, what is gone is gone
I, Time Guardian, Grandpa Clock
I
I
I
Time's Keeper of Key and Lock
Guardians of Time, clocks, harbingers of the dawn
The Heralds of Time, the clocks, signalers of new days
Time, a huge paradoxical realm, a whole new uncharted land
Time, a callous creature, leading men to their eventual demise
Yet, Time is a teacher, too, helping men experience life
Conflicting visions, a paradox, never meant to be
I, Servant of Thanatos
I
I
I
Leader of the Chronos
Foolish humans, these mere animals can never see
Those killers of holy Thanatos, creators of this endless strife
We, Time servants, soldiers of Thanatos, plotting to help him rise
Author's Note: Well, I feel that the hourglass shape does NOT even look like an hourglass at all. Hey, I tried. For Milloniare's Poetry Fanfic Challenge Part 4. It isn't good as it's about Time from a weird twisted view of Gramp Clock. Basically, the meaning of this poem:
TIME IS THE PWNZORZ
TIME TOTALLY PWNS
TIME RULEZ
I'M GC
I
GC
I AM
DAMN HUMANS
HUMANS TOTALLY SUX
HUMANS ARE THE SUXXOR