Like Apollo's golden chariot.
Bright and vibrant in the dawn
But now dusk is near
Your hands were Mozart's envy.
Capable and dexterous.
Knitting needles flashing
ticking away a melody
constant marking time.
How queer to look into a mirror
and see
death
sitting on your shoulder
Putting a stoop in your step.
Your hair is like the moon.
White with age and waning with time... ...
So that's kinda all I could come up with in the time limit the prof set. It's okay. Definitely not amazing, but I'm satisfied with it. It was a quick in class piece to which he gave us the opening line.
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