Chrono Abyss
Reflection
In the depths of time, a clock stands still,
A golden monument, amidst the fluid thrill.
Liquid shadows dance, a surreal display,
As moments melt, like wax, away.
The clock's face glows, a beacon in the night,
Guiding through the labyrinth of time's plight.
The hands move slow, in a waltz of fate,
As the clock's body dissolves, an ethereal state.
In this dreamscape, time loses its might,
And the clock's essence shines, a guiding light.
A symbol of the passage, a reminder to seize,
The moments that slip, like sand, through the sieve.
In the chrono abyss, the clock stands tall,
A sentinel of time, beyond them all.