The bronze of a ringed finger
And the gold of God's heart
The silver of Poseidon's eyes
And the red of torn apart
It was made in the cave of a mountain
Foraged from the heart of star
The angels were playing a game
And I suppose they could throw them quite far
An Irishman found the celestial rock
And took home to give to his wife
But on the way o'er the moor he tripped with the star
And fell on a stone like a knife
The star slipped from his grasp and rolled away
Exactly where no man is quite sure
But a hundered and sixty two years after that
It was found by a woman quite pure
She loved how it twinkled and glittered and shined
But her young daughter loved it and whined and whined
So one day the woman, though still pure of heart
Took her young daughter and tore her apart
Arrested and biter the woman was taken
The star underneath her pillow lay shaken
The poor little thing had lost quite a sweet home
Then the poor thing heard a long, lonely drone
Something was coming, something quite frightening
So the little thing rolled away kicking and biting
But stars, the poor things, are quite without eyes
So the star rolled off a cliff, sure of its grim demise
But then it was held softly, by something quite bland
It had been caught, been caught by a hand
The hand took it in to meet its homely face
The face belonged to a young girl of eight
She smiled at the lump of celestial rock
And ran home to the mountain, with only one sock
She gave it to her mother, who worked with polished metal
She cut the rock in half and carved one half into a petal
The other she saved for something quite new
First she took her stone axe and cut down a tall yew
She fastened a clock out of metal and zest
And she shoved the clock right into her young sons chest
It sputtered and spit until his eyes opened wide
And suddenly he stood up and right out he cried
Mother, a new heart, how am I to thank you?
She smiled, took his hand, and wiped tears for her eyes blue
He nodded and began straight to pack up his bags
He piled it on his back and his shoulders did sag
He kissed his mother and sister and began his long trek
Towards the black vast beyond
Toward the world, towards the wreck
He walked for six weeks before he came on a village
He was a kind boy, he had no thought to pillage
He called out quiet loud for everyone's ears
Hello! The boy with the clockwork heart is here!
No one came out, save a beautiful young girl
She looked at him quietly, and she made his head whirl
She asked him if she could feel his heart at work
He nodded and she placed her hand with a smirk
She gasped and she shuddered, her eyes like warm butter
Then she laughed and he let out a chuckle
He kissed her warm lips with his hands on her hips
But then suddenly something made his knees buckle
What's wrong? The girl asked him, a frown on her face
Still with hair soft like wings of a dove
He smiled sadly and laughed again, holding her hands
Dear it's silly, but the clockwork boy has finally found love