Withered Essence

Her ghost withered by the essence,
The presence of time taken away,
As the years flew by all at once,
They caught up in one second.

She took an angel in her hand,
But as came many a demand,
She had found herself dead,
By the time that devil left.

She wanted to dream again,
But he had stolen all those,
Then she wanted her life,
But alas, it is now dead.