In cogs and chimes, her childhood spun,
With gears that whispered, secrets won.
Her father's hands, a symphony,
Crafting moments, wild and free.
But shadows crept, on whispers sly,
A theft of time, beneath the sky.
The clockwork heart, once steady beat,
Faltered now, with rhythm incomplete.
The daughter rose, with eyes aflame,
To chase the thief, and mend the frame.
Through moonlit streets, where time stood still,
She followed whispers, up the hill.
In caverns deep, where darkness reigned,
A clockwork fiend, the hours restrained.
His iron claws, on stolen sand,
Held captive moments, at his command.
She faced the beast, with courage bright,
A gear she turned, to set things right.
The stolen minutes, freed they flew,
Rewinding chaos, skies of blue.
The clockwork heart, once more in tune,
The daughter's spirit, bathed in moon.
Back to her tower, time restored,
A melody forever soared.
So spin the gears, and let them sing,
The clockmaker's daughter, time's own king.
For when shadows creep, and moments wane,
Her courage echoes, through the rain.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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