In time’s embrace (Sonnet)

In time's embrace, both beauty and the blight, 

It holds no favor for the brave or meek;  

With equal hand, it dims the boldest light,  

And leaves the coward’s heart forever weak.  

It pardons lies, a thief in shadows cast,  

While truth, a fleeting ghost, may slip away;  

Unravelled threads of moments gone so fast,  

Injustice reigns where night devours the day.  

Yet in this dance, both joy and sorrow meet, 

For every fleeting breath, a chance to grow; 

In time's cruel grasp, we find our hearts can beat,  

And forge from pain a strength we did not know. 

So let us walk this path of dusk and dawn,  

For in this fleeting time, we are reborn.