Fecit Clock
Perhaps in fixing the gears -
You may fix flesh and bone.
Perhaps you shall calm their fears,
With clockwork alone.
Tick, tock -
The time is coming near.
Fix your clock,
'Till cries do you hear.
Rust cannot hide the beauty,
Nor can dust destroy -
Years seem futile,
As hands of time deploy.
Hurry, for the hour is coming -
Hush, listen for the cuckoo.
Hear, do you hear the humming?
I fear that all has run out.
I wanted to end this,
I wanted to find a way -
Now no one shall hear,
As the claws begin to tear.
Thank you for taking the time!