In shadows deep, where echoes dwell,
I yearn for time, a boundless spell.
To weave my dreams, to shape the air,
Yet mortal bounds, my hopes ensnare.

In twilight's grasp, I mourn the cost,
For every breath, another lost.
The hourglass whispers, sands so fleet,
With each grain fallen, my fate complete.

Oh, to linger in eternal night,
Where creativity knows no blight.
To sculpt the stars, in heavens high,
Alas, mortality bids goodbye.

The Reaper's touch, a solemn knell,
A reminder of the tales I'll tell.
In fleeting moments, I must strive,
For death, the end, where all must arrive.

So let me seize this fleeting breath,
And paint my canvas, despite death.
For though my time may soon be through,
My legacy will linger, eternal and true.