The Devil's Clock

The Devils Clock minuets in widdershins as she bows before the two.
Unclear images within the mirror of a beauty that is not you.
I dance and dance yet she does not come.
Before my eyes age replaces the young.
A dream; I skip and within I flee.
A love so pure it can never be.
Tick tick goes the faithful clock in a backward glance
Run run my child for the dark holds your only chance.
Deosil now the lonely clock does chime.
A dreamer dreams to make you mine.

Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley

by A.J. McKinley

Comments (1)

What I feel here is utter terror. This work shows you can write with bleak gutsiness as well as ethereal beauty; 'I dance and dance yet she does not come.' The repetition adds a sense of panic here. Well done.