(for thedreamer)
-tick
there's a grandfather clock adorned in twisting oak,
and it looms above you, ancient, mad and menacing,
-tock,
tick-
the pendulum's burnished edge reflects his g-g-green
eyes and it swings serenely from one side to the o-
ther like conversation and banter 'tween you should,
-tock,
tick-
there's clear glass covering the gold as hands worry
away across a glinting face and you've always been
a tad transparent to those who know how to look,
-tock,
tick-
marble floors just create a thousand overlapping
shadows, parts of his personality you never ever
wanted to see; he walks away, the best things end.
-tock,
tick-
there's a grandfather clock adorned in twisting oak,
and it looms above you, taking up it's old bad-paid
job; it looms above you and shields you from the
world.
-tock.
"i think we need to get that clock fixed."
"no, leave it. it's always been like that."
written in the stars
- juniper
- Venusian. Diamond's child. Birthed on the first morning star. Loves only the one who is on Mars, Topaz's proud&stubborn son, birthed on the twenty-third starset.
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