Aside Lucifer's Clock

 

The ebony tower that sits in the block,

With baubles adorning great Lucifer’s Clock,

Casts out its shadow to those fires far off,

That warm and bring comfort to the heart and the hand,

Of the Windmill’s disciples, the unquestioning Grand

Who sit at Hell’s gates, and do little but scoff

The tower Immutable, brazen and bold

The eye over Bale, to which I was sold

But there is still time 'til that story is told.

The End

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