September  Sonnet

Yesterday I became the enemy,
the ticking clock once friend, now bitter foe,
to stay that hand and stop the imagery,
to staunch that tides relentless ebb and flow.
But finding no divinity in need,
Time he walked remorseless ever onward,
And frame by frame made mockery of me,
In innocence and truth, no just reward,
And cowardice he walked along with time,
an ally from one moment to the last,
no prejudice or reason in his rhyme,
sacrificing all flesh for times repast,

So time redressed the balance,  this he must,
the victors and the vanquished, all are dust.

Olias.