I actually worked on this poem before I got really into steampunk. (Most of my published short fiction can be found in steampunk collections.) But now, that is all I picture when I read this, and I wish I were an animator so I could bring it to life.
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Pale moonlight slanting through the window
A twist, a grind of the key
Winding up the army of toys
They march forth from the shadows
Across the room they tap their feet
They clang their symbols
In the soft moonlight
Stepping to an invisible music
Only they seem to hear
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Crysta Coburn
Crysta K. Coburn has been writing award-winning stories her whole life. She is a journalist, fiction writer, blogger, poet, editor, podcast co-host, and one-time rock lyrics writer.
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