The Clockwork Angel,
Keeps The Time;
He Slowly Waits,
For The Chime;
The Beautiful Tick,
-Tock Of The Clock,
That Will Likely,
Never Stop;
She Is Watching The Clockmaker Cry,
She Only Waits,
Saddened Blue Eyes;
The Clockmaker Stained,
With The Death Of His Heart,
Can Only Feel,
The Touch Of The Dark;
She is Counting, Every Tick,
Of The Clock, Hidden So Thick;
The Clockmaker Winds The Clock So Tight,
It Will Keep Ticking, Every Night;
But Now She Leaves,
The Clockmaker Alone;
So He Sits And Cries,
With The Clocks Alone;
The Clockmaker Had Waited So Long,
That He And The Clock Now Sung The Same Song;
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Now It's Time For Ours To Stop;
Tick-Tock,
Tick....
Tock...
Tik...
Tock.
The Clock Has Stopped.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nice poem with wonderful expression!