The Pocket Watch

Time is a deamon.

"The Pocket Watch"

A piece of time is hidden
In a hell so dark and warm
The life once held, forgotten
As Ash overtakes it's form

Shall this time be erased or preserved
If no demon ventures to ascertain it?
A fading but constant moment is captured
A prisoner of the present.

The history of man was once painted
with the precise stroke of this entity's will
But now it's hand is broken.
Time itself stands still

So that timepiece still remains
lodged in its own dark hell
And awaits the fiend's curiosity
to break the monotonous spell.