Curse of time

She had the face of an angel
A smile that transcends
An unearthly air

She had the heart of a lion
Courages and brave
with a ravenous hunger

She had the body of an hourglass
Curved to perfection
Timeless, for a time

Time had definately been unjust
Time had only done its duty
Rusts and breaks hardest steel
Corodes the patience and its virtue

She has the skin of an old paperback
Worn and torn
The edges all curled

She has the mind of a pine marten
Alone and foraging
Not by choice or will

She is as the fallen leaves
Frozen in early winter
Bitter, cold and brittle
A restless yearning to return
To the maker of her curse