A universe of possibility, an empire exists
An empire domain of time ruled by a queen
She holds in her hands that twist paths of fate
She is bored, but in her boredom looks serene
Given the task of measuring out the wages
The cost that every human life will take
She was given power, given the domain
Of the time we sleep and some may dream
A third of each cycle, in all humans innate
Destiny is not in her hands, nor to create
She controls the wages of time to actuate
Holding in her hands an ornate hourglass
Knowing who is first and who shall be last
She counts the seconds and how they fly by
She knows each one left in life
When time has ended, becoming eternity
She will serve her maker, and be a worker
Called by the creator to activate destiny
She will then make the impossible actions
For the end is one with consequences lasting
