Cracked Sky
Tick tock, the hour bends,Time itself no longer mends.Crooked paths
and shattered frames,Who will break these twisted chains?
Through fractured skies, the echoes rise,Ghosts of choices haunt her
cries.The crooked man, his gaze severe,Whispers, “The end is drawing near.”
The fractured sky begins to bleed,A test of heart,
a clash of need.Through chaos bright
and shadows thick,The answer lies within the trick.