The Hourglass	Home- Poetry
The Guardian watches and waits as time falls silently in the hourglass, each sand a second, a memory, a life. He knows nothing but the signal, and is always careful, as shattering glass is sure means of death. And above the vast chamber a star explodes. He is startled, unsuspecting, stumbles. A reflex, a movement, a gasp. Time slows, the glass Falls. A sound Echoes Through the Chamber. Is it the Glass cracking? Will it Hold? Stay your breath. Is That a prayer? Watch and wait. Time is stretched before it is broken The sand is free, the silence is shattered. An icy wind blows through the hall. A cry Is muffled. The Guardian reaches quickly but His hands, clumsy. The glass, broken. He has Failed. He withers and is no more. Unwatched The glasses go and the sand flows still until it is                                c                                 l                                  o                                   g                                    g                                     e                                      d                                       People soon begin to d                                        i                                         e
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