The Ticking of Time
The drumming melody,
of time ticks harmony.
As this falling light of day,
turns to another night, away.
The songs of nocturnal time,
play loud in this rhyme.
And the ticks do not cease,
for even this day's decease.
As it continues on,
the incessant beat for which it belongs.
Night progresses slowly more,
into midnight's lovely lore.
The stars shine bright,
in the moonlight, white.
And time does not halt,
in this endless night's vault.
But even now its beat is kept,
as morning's come has crept.
Now into the dawn's light,
the rising sun's might.
As shone the morning mist departs,
and a new day starts.
The eternal ticking of the clock,
never does it stop.
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