September's Writing

Time Like Wine

Who are you to will your's over Mine?

- for you are melted by time.

Flowing heat like wine, you may, in vain, attempt to hide, perhaps even stop it.

However knowing this you still try?

To hide, to try and stop it?

Deny, deny, denier!- The crow calls!

While it sees you run from wine down halls,

All you may do is stall.

But as wine overtakes you, you realize now,

that your will be akin to nothing.