ice -- twilight -- mistigris -- Production
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Along the spreading fog banks
down beside the River Thames
stands a model of precision kit
no one questions or condemns.
Amid the gargoyles grimaces
its face shines in the night
Precise reliability
among a pit of spite.
Undaunted by reality
not marred by trivial need.
Relentless in its purpose -
never sows a barren seed.
A beacon of eternity,
stalwart against the dark
in accuracy paragon -
its always on the mark.
The cycles of the city
match this undisputed rhythm.
Its movements push the hands extremes
but never come to schism.
It counts a beat unstoppable
its cant cant be undone.
The tattoo is the pulse of life,
from the heart of Clockwork London.
by Cthulu ldyblu
Mist
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