The Clock
Two children sit in a room,
Both of them blind to their upcoming doom.
A demon hidden inside a clock,
Passed through to the girl,
Giving her queit a shock.
Mesmerized by the ticking beat,
The girl sits, she does not leave.
Her brother sits close by,
tears welling in his eyes.
He worries for his little sis,
There are things he'll miss,
Her smile and her thoughts,
Now taken by that clock.
The girl sits, her eyes aglow.
Watching the flying people go,
Round and around they chase the clock,
She wonders if they'll ever stop.
The parents worry, the parents fret,
They don't know what to do just yet.
All options are gone, there's only one way left.
It involves Death.
Round and around and around they go,
The clock will stop when they say so.
The girl watches,
The boy frets,
The parents are prepared for the inevitable,
Only the clock will see the blood shed,
And will keep the two captive when they join,
the dead.
~IfIcouldevenbreath
(You should definitely give her a follow, she was super nice to write this for me)
