Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts.
This is a poem depicting an Illegal Contractors time after they form the contract. It goes by three turns of the hand at a time. Enjoy!
Twelve hours,
Ticking away,
Twice as much would make one day.
But the twelve hours,
Ticking away,
Is all you'll have
And all you may.
.
Nine hours,
Ticking away,
The three which passed had passed with pain.
And the nine hours,
Now ticking away,
Will turn into
A quarter day.
.
Six hours,
Ticking away,
Tea-time's ended, continue the play.
So the six hours,
Which ticked away,
Were filled with blood
And others' pain.
.
Three hours,
Ticking away,
The time is near to end and decay.
And then the three hours,
Which will tick away,
Shall drag you down
To the Will's domain.
.
No more hours
To tick away,
Now you're falling with your Chain.
And so the twelve hours,
Which have ticked away,
Have ended your feeble
Human days.
I hope you liked it! Please give me feedback—I like writing poetry, so it would be nice to get the opinion of some people I'm not related to :D
~Loopy Leefy