by Nick Gisburne
She wears her gloves of gold to tangle time
To bind the darkest nightmares as they pass
Collecting every crisis, every crime
She builds a monstrous monolith of glass
Immersed in stolen fortune, tortured fate
Her lies are empty omens, broken, bound
She steals the precious essence of the date
And buries it to fester in the ground
Her power, hungry, heavy, fights the clock
A single moment shatters, screams and dies
And fuelled by a prophecy, a shock
She bends to taste the pieces of her prize
The chaos of infinity is sweet
Her toxic, tainted future is complete
