Time

I must master The Siblings of Time:

Brother One, The Day, rushes forth in a fury of wind, and I brace myself until he passes.  But I must run into that wind and fear not of his tackling blow; I must take on the day intrepidly.

Brother Two is The Hours who slings knives at me from across the room. I count them furiously, enduring slashes -- I must pluck them by the blade from mid-air.

I am in love with the Sister of Time.  I cover and coddle her, begging her never to leave me. But there is a limit to the span of our tryst - I must, I will, plant the seed of my immortal memory within her consciousness.