I watch the silver cogs turn,
effortlessly...

Along the misty moors doth dwell
a maiden of the fairest kind...

Walking through a crimson field
hand in hand, through wild tulips...

There was a time that thou had a chance
to keep me for all eternity...

Life is pondered.
Clocks strike, ticking away the stolen hours...

Walking through a field of flowers
birds warbling gentle tunes...

Enshrouded by the night's sweet song,
the faeries start their dance...

Wing shod messenger
threw lyre at red God of War...

A collied wind blew over seas,
the dust a trailing song...