To The Turn Of Time

Turn the page; to the turn of time
Where kisses and roses and merciless wine,
Fall from the heavens in merciless showers
Cradling life just for hours and hours
Aching inside them; the rust of old bones,
that creak in the darkness,
that mutter and moan.
How long can they keep?
Till time itself fades?
When the fairytale ends?
On the back of the page?
Is there a time when the world will stop spinning?
Is there a time when the world will end sinning?
Look to the future, be wise and alert,
Before you’re soon buried, beneath blackened dirt.