You say I'm slow, and not that quick.
But I'll let you in on a little trick.
I know what I'm doing. Do you?

Here's a little rhyme.
It's all about time.
It brings death.
Till there is nothing left.
It breaths life.
In a simple sigh.
Calls darkness it's home.
And summons light so it can be left alone.

Time takes all, but one thing is eternal. For none can escape the grasp of Fate.