Of Rust and Moth

Of rust and moth and aging cloth
for time must take its toll
sands to sift as seasons shift
and drift beyond control
Of rust and moth the reaper's swath
is wide and knows no end
moments held they too are felled
when night takes flight, descend
Of rust and moth and furies wroth
take hold as fates are flying
for nothing's worse than life rehearsed
not living til you're dying