Chapter 1
The Clock
By: leizywand
Two swords, ticking with sound
Moments of life have defined
Twelve digits of each fleeting ground
Outlining truths apiece passing time
Never stops, never gets tired
Endless travels of on-going scenes
Never goes back, never have lied
Subliming facts into hidden keens
Past is remain untouched
Always have, always will be
For time have existed to catch
Hums of a buried key
Emitting chances of change
For life isn’t life without future
Giving spaces to lessen the rage
For time holds the prospect for cure
Step forward towards inevitability
Time is running, so is your life
Keep moving, break the inability
Time is showing the wideness of rife
For life isn’t about waiting
Clock is ticking, waste no time
For the clock would keep on watching
Every step of journey as you break the line
