Eternally Yours, Eternally Lost

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

I stood watching as a solitude

in a house that breathe solemnity,

Lords and ladies of magnitude

stormed in with their own entity,

With the hope of remembering a friend

or condemning an enemy.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

Children laughed and ran about,

Oblivious to the existence of a man

who now lies on his bed of eternity,

Torn from love and hate,

Torn from happiness and grieve,

Gone from a world of make-believe.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

Today’s the end of a story,

The very end of a man’s glory,

As time slowly crept by and the sky cried,

Memories of the past seemed gory

to those who remembered the prologue

and epilogue of a man’s history.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

The pandemonium began to ease

as the mourners left with peace,

Their expression painted with feign,

The man still lying on his eternal bed,

Mother Earth is coming nearer,

Soon everything might be clearer

for the man who sleeps forever.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

A woman entered the room,

Her face as melancholic as the winter’s moon,

She sat by the man who had fallen from grace,

She sat by the man who had ended his race,

A drop of tear rolled down her face,

A tear of long lost memories and better days.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

Today I witnessed the passing of a life,

I saw the despair of a wife,

Today I felt with my wooden heart

the uncertain mortality of a man,

He will be succumed in the end

to the inevitable void of death.