Clock Made of Dawn

Molded in darkness, clock made of dawn Traces my eye in the shape of a swan Wings made of fury, oblivion fire Dark edges consumed in celestial choir Horizon arise in the lies mesmerize Lost in the pools and in skies alibis For time by design is a mind paradigm realigns the divine to a high so sublime Memory verily nearly mirror me Goddess disguises rise on periphery A clock made of dawn, molded in dark In the shape of a swan, a perpetual arc Wings made of fury thus carry me bodily Render me consciously linger lobotomy Horror no more will I keep in dark secrecy Bathing in dawn thereupon holy infamy Wrap me in light then lower me solemnly Respite from the night flies fearless ferocity