In the arms of passing time
Nestled like a child
When all days sink into the earth
This daughter will be a bride

Beneath the breath of nature's rhythm
Mumbled like a lie
When the dance of life dies down
Her birthright will not be denied

Forgiven like a severed limb
Reminder of existence torn
Troubled like a beaten god
Rot and rust- a thrown

In the arms of passing time
Nestled like a child
Beside the ever-growing hills
This witch will be a bride

Tattered like a widow's gown
Flashes of a glorious past
Buried like an ancient secret
A flame-devoured nest

The loving arms of selfish time
Cast her corpse aside
Still when time inevitably ends
This crone will be a bride

With no arms time passes still
Through a crack in light
This bride has finally found her peace
A widow now
And never again
In white.