The Reaping Clock

Death walks in sync with the ticking of a clock
But this clock has no numbers, just a steady mock
Fangs bared, it stalks its prey in the eternal night
A crypt of shadows, where the living take flight

The key is turning, the lock about to break
As the sands of time sink, with each step it takes
A void of emptiness, where the soul is lost
In the eternal dance, at whatever cost

The ticking echoes through the hallways of the dead
A symphony of sorrow, in which we are wed
The clock has no numbers, but it marks our fate
A never-ending cycle, of life and death's debate

So let us embrace the darkness, and the end that draws near
For in the void of eternal night, death is always here
Written by ConsequentialChaos
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