The clock, as it
ticks, as it tocks, as it turns
The pendulum swings
and again the walls burn
The second hand
moves as swift and so silent
The faint sound
clicks and tortures the mindless
The gears moving,
interlacing within
In the tall wooden
frame, it continues to spin
The neck of the
flames reach up to the top
The embers, untamed,
refuse to be stopped
The fire unleashes,
its wrath soon unlocked
Thus concludes the
terror of the grandfather clock
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