She' our (Lady click)

She stood at the far end of the line, Her continous look and the golden covered wrist actioned the void relationship between her and the time. She was trapped by the ticking sound, clicking for her next appointment, which she was yet to attend. Her body was soaked wet, as her mind was racing against the time. When I came across her, no sense would come out of her words. She was physically there, but spiritually away.. Her name was HOUR, once passed she's gone. The charming Wings she had were forever motionlessly flying, with her mate counter forever attached not to part ways with her. She has never tried to resist his presence, because it presented her with every valuable click of a passing moment. Her name was hour, once passed she is gone.