The name of my blog

When the clock strikes 10:45,

All I can speak in is rhythm and rhyme.

Tick Tick Tick goes the sound in my head

And I realize quite frankly time is not dead,

When I look around me it is all quite clear

Its all stopped cold, the time which I’ve held so dear.

I take a walk in the fields and meadows which are all so still

And fight my passions to cry out in a shrill

A shrill that would doubtlessly break this pause in the line

For this above all, before anything, do I so pine

I give in and let out a roar, a banshee scream

Enough to vanquish this shadow of a dream.

The Time she comes crashing down

All the whirling and swirling I thought I might drown.

The time racing to where it ought to be

But its missed its mark as far as I can see

Ages of men come whizzing by

And I so hope that the end is nigh

Empires rise and fall

The sun flashing before my eyes like a great red ball

Cities rising from the ground to dust

And then it all stops with a great gust

A torrent that should have ripped me to shreads

“Oh what will come next?” the thought every man dreads

I open my eyes to see what had come

The sight had made my skin grow numb.

Nothingness.

The time had swept over all the years

And I looked upon the world with a silent lear

I sat down in that spot in which time had placed me

In a land that of life, had found itself free.

As the sands of time piled upon my lone

And so I did turn into stone,

Stone which the sands of time to come would erode

And so with it this spontaneous ode.