Poetry/Short Stories

Clock

Tick tock
Went the Clock
That hung above her bed.
It chimed and sang
With a rustic twang
Heart run by ball and chain.
Now,
This little Clock here
Never did fear
To sound the time of day;
For it always served its master well,
In each and every way.
But when it failed
To ring and ding
She the master
Would grab the key.
Twisting, turning, winding, zing!
The Clock once more
Could ring-ding-a-ling.
From its faithful perch
It could faithfully sing.
"Will you tick tock?"
"Always," silently clicked the Clock.

Arasia_Valentia

A/N idk...