Sentinel like, the aged mahogany grandfather clock
Performs his willing duty.
Standing proudly in the darkened corridor;
Tick-tock, tick-tock, through the years;
Measuring the passing of every single expectant moment.
For nearly sixty seven years this loyal and
Prophetic keeper of time has served his owner:
The eccentric and now frail and elderly Elisabeth Blake;
A beautiful and worldly-wise lady of many arcane gifts.
Many world events has he marked,
With his prescient chiming.
With tones of melancholy or joy;
Whether good or ill.
Before times of war, famine and disease;
Strident ringing tones of heart riven agony.
Before times of peace, hope and people coming together;
Booming chimes of joy and exaltation.
Echoing through the old mansion and spreading
Outwards through the world around them;
Carrying the happy or dreadful news far and wide.
And now his chimes are for himself, muted;
Silenced, and never to be heard again.
In this world.
For Elisabeth Blake has passed away.