No Chime of the Heart

Veins of blood, pale and thin Running amok, at keeper’s inn Tortuously dwelled in diversity Its vitality runs cold, in all proximity Air tunnels pounding at the doors Hatches jammed, life is over, no encores House of chambers stalled in overdrive Community cells don’t come out alive fate lurked within those walls Endangered life to which it stalled Essentials of life were battered by time The pendulum stopped after its chime