Tock
The light shines down on my lap,
As I fall to my knees in prayer,
Whispers echo in the corridors,
Between the pillars striking the ground.
Some moon is near,
As the sky falls thus glass,
The pain screams in silence,
Destiny is feared.
Light trickles through the broken silence,
As the serpent whispers tears,
We may know the death of chaos,
But your soul is the mirror of screams.
Fallen clocks race through the trees,
The heart wanders through clouds,
Hopeless self-pity is dashing in your tears,
A trickling waterfall is near.
How doth the kiss hear my cry,
Nothing comes in time,
Dark clouds veil the past,
As the hidden mist reveals the chime.