DTMN - The Clock

The clock of life is wound but once, 
The minute hand pulsates and the hour hand aches, 
The auto tapping fingers curl back as if ashamed. 

Stop all the clocks.

Tick Tock, the hands never stop.
For I am the eternal soldier, doomed to fight in every war. 

Sources for the lines of the poem;

First line - The Clock of Life by Robert H Smith 

Second line - Space and Time by Angel of Darkness


Third line - Pace by Nadindi


Forth Line - Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone by WH Auden

Fifth Line -  Tick Tock by Dunnkins


Sixth Line - The Eternal Warrior by Oldwarrior


The End

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