Once upon a time
Our future was their yesteryear,
A fateful winterchime
Foretold
A dolorous destiny.

Sinful shades of mellow scarlet lips
Once seduced to an ineffable crime.
Her created alabaster skin
Cracks all cogwheels of time.

Pallid spectres dancing through my mind
Once again he took her tender hand.
The roundabout of foolishness tumbled around
A conceived Elysium that could not stand.

Eyes as green as poisoned moss
Once promised treason in disguise.
Now her masquerade is lost
And her visage did paralyze.

Her anathema dines with avarice
The crimson ashes of his abandon.
A prohibition can’t prevent the rise
Of her licit anthem.

Where silent gods used to cry
Their everlasting tears.
Her ticking tick tack used to sing
The music of the spheres.
Deathly twines of fading life
Will be drawn to the song
Of the clock smiths machine wife.

Her magnetic bale fire
Draws the humanly desire.
Her arcane symphony of lust
Crushes all the seven sins to dust.

As creation's crowning glory
She’ll be the clock smiths’ acrimony.
Devotion of her laced waist
Steal his soul’s last grace.

On that blackened alabaster day
Where clocks sang louder than before
A winged aura of life fades away
And her fallen beauty was seen no more.

But sometimes in a lonely hour
I hear that forlorn phantom.
And now his death will confound the rise
Of her licit anthem.

Where silent gods used to cry
Their everlasting tears.
Her ticking tick tack used to sing
The music of the spheres.
Deathly twines of fading life
Will be drawn to the song
Of the clock smiths machine wife.

Once upon a time
Our future was their yesteryear,
A Fateful winter chime
Buried
Those who disappeared.

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