Clockwork Dreams
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He wound the dial and twisted the knob
To the metal song he worked his job
He built a world from steel and steam
Bringing to life a clockwork dream
He hid mysteries in iron towers
Secrets of life and immortal powers
Run through with enchanted wires
From nothing rose the clockwork spires
Lifelike flowers of frozen filigree
He placed in gardens of false tranquility
With birds that flew to a metronome
All to make a clockwork home
There were places full of work abundant
Some of import and some redundant
He kept close to him his chosen tools
But all lay under his clockwork rules
His realm grew in time with wisdom
But in that place few knew freedom
This plagued the master day and night
As he worked under the clockwork light
The world knew chaos and it knew war
Even his realm was not safe at its core
Thus he worked toward harmonic order
Cultivating it within his clockwork border
Yet and yet he could not succeed
For madness and betrayal grew bitter seed
He fell there to the lies of a hopeful fire
Thus did the clockwork expire
But one hope can be changed for another
And to such hope he was father-mother
In his dying moment she was his reverie
His daughter the clockwork memory
So one does fall and one does rise
Thus is the way as time onward flies
Through the ages she'll carry on
And bring forth the new clockwork dawn
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Author's Note: I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, and though most of it isn't related to any fandom in particular, I did write this piece specifically with Sotha Sil and the Clockwork City in mind. Please, tell me what you think!
Thank you for reading!
Disclaimer: Sotha Sil, the Clockwork City, and The Elder Scrolls © Betheada