Tick tock, tick tock. When do spirits break?

Spirits break when truths are false

But how long does madness take?

Madness takes ‘till death has pulse

Till death has pulse?
Oh, good, oh grand,
like a click, like a clock,
like the hourglass sand

Like the horse, and the house, like the hound, and the hand
A bite out of you and a bite from the land
A snigger a smack
A serpent’s attack
With wreath and wrath
To each their own path

With a flutter of wings
And nobody sings
With wings or without
One’s heart must be stout

Hear me now, now hear me then
Look back, look back, back where you’ve been
With wings, without, watch where you tread
Or soon, so soon, you will be *dead