Divine Goddess of Time

She writes her prayer in a blank paper
Letter by letter, word by word...
They are slowly forming the meaning of her tears
If there's a reason for smiling,
There's a big question why she cries
And if heart bleeds visibly,
Blood will probably flow like stream
But yes. She's a divine goddess
Crossing through time - deathless,
Yet vulnerable.
Immortalize by the never-ending sorrow.
She is trapped in the abyss of time
Watching countless devils feasting on other's sorrow.
In the field of flowers drenched in agony,
She is forced to bloom there
And blossom but she never withers.
The words she writes,
The gods will tear them - burn them -
Then the wind will blow them toward the heavens
To fall again
And to be scattered throughout the dimension of time.
There is no freedom but
Fragments of her prayers in the sky
Will fall like rain from the sky
And bath the flowers dying in thirst,
Hungry for light.
Though death is sweet,
She can never have it!