There is, in truth, a Death to youth,
And Time will take his rightful duty,
Not with lines as tangible proof,
Or curse of fading beauty.
But through the living all been done,
In passing we must pay the toll,
Of battles lost and secrets won,
And lightness we have stole.
But hearts are mortal, Love is mortal,
All things die and live again,
And Time may grin, and Reaper chortle,
And press the weight of all that's…