The Clock Beyond Time Poem by Tanmay Timande

We laughed beneath the summer sky,
Never thinking friends could die.
We chased our dreams along the way,
Believing we'd meet another day.

The roads were bright, the days were long,
Our hearts were light, our bonds were strong.
Through every loss, through every climb,
We walked together against all time.

Then whispers came from worlds unseen,
From burning streets and forests green.
A voice would call, a shadow would creep,
Disturbing every peaceful sleep.

The seconds froze, the hours bent,
As if the world had cracked and went.
Reality blurred with every sign,
Like fate had crossed a hidden line.

Then Sam, who laughed just yesterday,
Was suddenly taken away.
No final words, no last goodbye,
Just silent tears and questions why.

A mother cried beneath the rain,
A father hid his endless pain.
His friends stood still, their hearts torn wide,
While grief and mystery walked beside.

A book lay torn upon a bed,
Beside the room where Sam lay dead.
Its scattered pages seemed to say,
'The truth was never far away.'

A golden clock continued still,
Defying reason, fate, and will.
Its strange hands moved through time untold,
A silent secret dark and old.

'The Author's dead, ' a voice declared,
The words alone could not be spared.
Yet through the dark another cried,
'Then I'll rewrite what fate denied.'

So onward through the night we roam,
Far from peace and far from home.
Chasing clues through fear and flame,
Searching for the one to blame.

A city burned beyond the skies,
Reflected deep within our eyes.
And every step revealed a sign,
Connecting death, the clock, and time.

Though friends may fall and paths may part,
Their memories stay within the heart.
For promises refuse to fade,
And debts of friendship must be paid.

The clock still ticks, the pages wait,
Guarding secrets sealed by fate.
And somewhere where the shadows climb,
The truth still waits beyond all time.