Brooke Butler 

Words surround me but they're cold
Just an echo of the fairytales I'd been told
None of them are real in the end
As tangible as dust drifting from my hand

Inking moments onto paper
Candlelight fading from the taper
Will these words survive a thousand years
Or like me, will they eventually disappear

Words levitating, from parchment still aging
Joining the night sky, never fading
Becoming stardust, will my tale join us
Aeons old and interfluous

Everything I've ever been, will be unwritten
A soul not well written
My pen will transverse in reverse
And my words will vanish like an unsung verse

Disillusionment,
Does it always feel like this
All things seem destined to become evanescent
Childish daydreams, a subtle ever glow
Drifting down a starlit river to escape the undertow

Ink stains the disenchanted
From the pages of a figment
A lie within that unfolds
Within her, a thousand lifetimes to behold.


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Madness reigns in my veins,
Where clockwork ticks in my heart's place. 

The gears do turn in ever which way,
Unable to decide with which devil to play. 

Monsters creep in the shadows so dense,
Where horrors from the past have haunt me since. 

Of logic and insanity,
My mechanisms are made. 
Where rust envelops,
what once was gold inlaid. 

Devils and monsters,
Of their corpses my cage was born. 
With their blood, 
A key, I formed. 

A horologist I am. 
The gears I, myself, place. 
Clanking and clinking,
Are the mechanics behind the clock face. 

Time and space I warp to my will,
To spin tales of chill and thrill. 
Like gravity, my worlds pull you in. 
Where nothing is ever a sin. 

Here, love is found
and nightmares are friend.
Here, adventure never ends. 
Enter my realm of wonderland. 
I am the clockmaker,
I wield the ticking hand. 

~ by: BROOKE BUTLER 


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