Time: The Clock

Time: The Clock Time: The Clock

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

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Summary

It's kind of a poem that I wrote when I started to think of what I use to be and what I am now.

Summary

It's kind of a poem that I wrote when I started to think of what I use to be and what I am now.

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Submitted: February 06, 2019

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Submitted: February 06, 2019

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Time: The Clock

By: Hakuren Yuki

 

Clock strikes, be the light

We are the last dance this night

 

Dreamer’s beginning and

The mighty long fall

 

Chaos myth and my aching heart fails

 

I was the king

way back down in the ground

Morning’s call and winter’s chill

Servant of the high and worshiped by the low

 

Clock strikes, be my light

I found myself inside tonight

 

Reality’s end and

the gates of hell

 

Chaos now and my chained up wings

 

I was the king

Long from now

Summer’s heat and hollow sounds

I am dead and not found.

 


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