The Celestial Clocktower

In the vast expanse of the midnight sky,
A celestial clocktower, so wondrous and high,
Stars twinkle like numerals, shining bright,
In the cosmic timepiece, telling tales of the night.

Each constellation, a delicate hand,
Moves gracefully in the celestial land,
Marking the hours with radiant light,
As the universe whispers secrets in the dead of night.

The Milky Way, a grand clock face,
Mapping out the cosmos with majestic grace,
Planets and moons, like gears in motion,
Creating a cosmic symphony, a magical notion.

Time marches on in the galactic clock,
A celestial dance, an eternal flock,
Guided by the stars, we find our way,
In the cosmic clocktower, where dreams hold sway.

The cosmic timepiece, a celestial wonder,
Ticking and tocking in harmony and thunder,
A masterpiece crafted in the heavens above,
A timeless creation, an eternal love.

Echoes of Time

The ticking clocktower, a sentinel tall,
Guiding through time, never to fall.
Its chimes echo through the city’s veins,
Telling tales of joy, sorrow, and pains.

In the dead of night, it whispers a tale,
Of love lost and ships setting sail.
Each tick and tock, a memory is weaved,
Captured in time, never to be relieved.

Standing proud against the changing sky,
The clocktower stands, reaching up high.
With each passing hour, a story is told,
Through the echoes of time, forever bold.