An Immortal Meets Death

Kendall Powell

High School Freshman

February 2023

A humble old man to his tower

Building clocks by the hour

The more he chipped away

The more he stays

Passing hour by hour

Clock man grew a cold shoulder

The towers he built

The time it took to tilt

Made the man grow older

The gods took notice fast

Though the clocks still moved

There was one thing they can still do

Stop the man’s life from being passed

The hours to months

The months to decades which is eerie

The clock man grew dreary

The more he opposed the more he was stunned

The man grew weary of his towers

But The man never had a better demeanor

Yet his heart is just as bitter

Looking at the hands of the wilting sunflower

Cannot laugh because he too had much experience

Cannot fear because he was once scared

The bard is now sunken and impaired

Which just results in his own violence

The man never grew older than our graves

Every single day suggests

More dread and no tests

Made the man grow gloomy waves

One day the man grew tired

By the burden of the world he comprehends

He begged and he pleaded for an end

Then found a woman conceded

The woman was death herself

Peaceful and graceful

The woman looked painful

Her eyebrows was in need of health

Once she saw him, she wondered away his treason

Think of his escape

But he just had no end to his shape

For he is on this world for a reason

The meaning had no hope

But he has until the end of every day

To realize what the clocks truly say

But it’s too hard to cope

When does the king of time simply run out of it?

So the humble old man went to his tower

Building clocks by the hour

The more he chipped away

The more he stays

passing hour by hour