Light as the feather it is,
Don't underestimate my quill,
It will cut you deeper than any sword,
With every point that it has to offer,
On every written word ,
But, not before giving you a chance,
To shy away from a glance,
Towards my work that you stalk ,still,
So begone,O reminder of where I was,
For you to stay there is no cause,
I was true with all my flaws,
I captured the moment and held it still,
Even as you relished it to your heart's fill,
But then you let the goblet spill,
Crimson red you flooded the floor,
No moment left ,now,in the cup,
For time to stop,the time was up,
The timekeeper,now, was shown the door,
In a thousand pieces,now, the horologue,
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