Metal Scratches

Her true love was Time,
Spun together with rhymes.
Scratches on metal shine,
Around lit candles align,
Providing all the signs.
Do nothing good or kind,
For her soul will confine
To made up signs–
To indebtedness entwined.
Lit fingers, lustreless designs,
Falsehood decline,
Towards the flame incline,
Devour Time,
Become the Signless Sign.

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