Time
Tick, Tock
It moves with the sound of a clock
Standing tall
Its massive arms fall
Silent yet fowl
It lets out a strangled howl
Nasty and Cold
It never gets old
Viciously it hits
The lives it takes we never forget
It is something yet it is nothing
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