Crimson Soul

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The Clockmaker - Poem by Crimson Soul

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;





The Clock Has Stopped.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Who Knows....Dont Spend The Ticks Here-

Who Knows When- Youl Give In To Fear?

Comments about The Clockmaker by Crimson Soul

  • Neela Nath Das (9/1/2012 10:09:00 PM)

    So nice poem with wonderful expression! (Report) Reply

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  • Eindaray Kyaw (8/24/2012 10:59:00 AM)

    You have a sense of discovering the things that the others can't see! Great, fri.....Keep it up! (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (8/24/2012 10:57:00 AM)

    Lovely poem about the marking of time - excellent write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 24, 2012

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