Chrono Abyss

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.