She smashed the clocks,
Flung the watches off the dock,
Determined to outwit time.
She covered the windows
So day became night;
Not a ray of sunshine
Found its way inside.
Prowling the quiet halls,
She owned the darkness;
Her face remained unlined,
Her body graceful as a child’s,
As everyone she knew died.
Eventually, her house crumbled,
The walls collapsing to dust,
And she stood alone in the rain.
A new world sputtered to life,
Full of hollow fluttering things,
And she became its cursed ruler.
She stared at the silent lake,
That graveyard of timepieces,
And knew a different kind of chain.
Perhaps she had made a mistake.