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Child of Clockwork Isle


by Shan Shan Stormwind-Tiarell



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Crossing o'er the continent, towards the dawning morn,
One journey brought an innocent her unexpected kin.
With glassy eyes and smirking smile this doll exists folorn,
Fragility concealing inner strength and inner sin.

Decaying from her limbs, her clothes misleading at the first,
She stared at me unblinkingly, an enigmatic gaze.
I drew her in my arms at once, unknowingly coerced,
Then recognised her tilted chin, her lonely calm malaise.

I thought she was a marionette, a baby to be loved,
You thought it of me too just months ago, a hard truth plain,
But as a canvas for a whip, our nature is ungloved,
We drain an oil of crimson red, we share this hidden pain.

Unexpected, unveil this child of macabre art.
Inside my carcass ticks and tocks a hardened clockwork heart.


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Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 543 AF.