Chrono Abyss

In the depths of time, a clock stands tall, Melting like wax, its form begins to fall. The hands still move, a rhythmic, steady beat, As the world around it begins to retreat. The sky is set aflame, a fiery hue, A surreal landscape, both dream and true. The clock's face glows, a beacon in the night, A symbol of time, a guiding light. In this world of wonder, we find our way, Through the distortions of time, we seize the day. The melting clock, a metaphor so grand, For the fluidity of time, at our command. In this surreal scene, we find our truth, A reflection of our own mortality's youth. The clock's message whispers, 'Seize the moment's might', As the world around us dances, in the fading light.