The Lie That Is Time

The line, denied, yet immortal in its form 
Shaded in illusion, like the lillies in the thorns 
to perfom choice chores for unseen remorsless lords 
To a real dellirium, we've succumbed, and thus adore 
My light, if right will be snuffed out by more... 
...And more sweet corruption as I pass this time's doors