THE CLOCK

• Artist: vwytche
• Description: This was written when I was in high school and underwent an edit several years later to address some meter problems. I feel it is one of my best works to date. This is one of the pieces that I don't feel so much that I wrote, but was simply the tool of that which wished to be written.
• Date: 06/16/2011
• Tags: clock

The clock down the hall
That hangs on the wall
Many time has sung me to sleep
Or told me a story
Of splendor and glory
Or sad to make me weep.
Stories of maidens and snow white ponies
In a land so far from here
Ticking and tocking a magical tongue
That only I can hear

Time has flown
And I have grown
My childhood days are due
My childhood stories
Of childhood glories
I now bequeath to you
Stories of fairies and golden sunsets
In a land close by the sea
Ticking and tocking their magical tongue
Meant alone for me

Sweet little sister
Dear younger brother
Open your heart to the call
It won't be long
And you'll hear the song
And the stories of the clock on the wall
Stories of maidens and snow white ponies
In a land so far from here
Ticking and tocking a magical tongue
That only you will hear