The Clock's Sharp Teeth

The Prince inclines a Scarlet Heel

Her emerald Gaze a cryptic Seal

Her Hair a Fan of argent Flame

As Rondo wanes its trembling Frame

The Glassy Hall revolves a Spell

Where Guests, like Wine, in Shadows dwell

Rose Candles blush on Lilac Walls

And Flagons gleam where Echo calls 

The Couples whirl in Trance a Dance

A Revel’s Dream of Circumstance

But near the Twelve she falters still

A Pallor grips her sudden Will

For in the din of Music’s Glow

The Clock’s sharp Teeth begin to show.

:: 01.09.2024 ::