The hourglass he called it.
Sands made of gold he claimed.
The dreams of any and all he stated.
Having the power to turn back Time he lied.
Only a fool would listen. And only a fool I was.
Now trapped within this glass prison, surrounded with gold, I feel nothing but sadness and pain.
As I sit on this desert of riches, and look out at a sparkling sky most could only imagine, my patience grows weary, waiting for another as foolish as I to appear.
For I know how I was trapped here.
The sound of footsteps announced to me another's presence. Young and bold, naïve and greedy, he walked in strides, excitement gleaming in his eyes.
The hourglass soon caught the attention of this devious man and like he, as all before him, was drawn, almost as if guided, towards my luminescent treasure.
This was my chance! At last freedom shall be mine!
The young man bent down when noticing me.
"Do you know what this is?" I asked.
The young man's face adapted a curious expression. "Then I shall tell you" I answered.
It was time.
The hourglass I called it.
Sands made of gold I claimed.
The dreams of any and all I stated.
Having the power to turn back Time I lied.
Only a fool would listen. And only a fool we all are.
