The Enchanted Hourglass

In a realm where magic thrives and gleams,
Stands an hourglass of forgotten dreams,
Its crystal curves, a sight to behold,
Filled with sands of stories untold.

Each grain, a moment frozen in time,
Some ordinary, some sublime,
Memories of laughter, love, and tears,
Distilled from countless vanished years.

The upper bulb, brimming with potential,
Holds futures both bleak and essential,
While below, the growing mound,
Is past that can no longer be found.

But this is no ordinary timer,
For its sands hold power far sublimer,
A twist of its frame, a gentle tap,
Can alter fate’s unyielding map.

The Enchanted Hourglass, legend says,
Can grant the wishes time betrays,
Reverse the flow of destiny’s stream,
And make reality of any dream.

Yet beware, oh seeker of its power,
For every grain, each stolen hour,
Comes with a price you must repay,
In ways you cannot hope to weigh.

For time, once touched, is never the same,
And those who play this dangerous game,
May find their present rearranged,
Their…