The possessed time.

I can hear time creeping on me, its scaring me
How it leaves its usual place and sits into this dark corner
Like a summoned spirit that is coming to keep an eye on me
On a day when the sun shines silver, I will rise and become a time.

The time that burns in neither
neither fuel nor fire
but an ice cold deformation
in the time of time.

The surrounding grass does not bother
of how the time would paint it yellow
but the summoned spirit occurs
and all grass vanishes instead

Has the time been possessed?
Like ocean turned to fire
and wind turned to snow
the oxygen is bleeding, and minds nowhere to go.