Aeon

So I've been in speed mode for writing poetry for my creative writing class lately. Here's another one called Aeon:

A clock tics and tocs, hanging on a wall.

Counting numbers,

Circling around,

Keeping time.

It will never falter in its duty

To protect seconds, minutes, hours.

It will slow down for no one,

And go faster for nothing.

Time can feel safe in the clock,

For it is eternally faithful to Chronos.

But if Zeus so desires to paralyze the time teller,

All is not lost,

Because somewhere there is another clock

Continuing on with its responsibility.