the wrath of time

The seal is broken, only silence is heard
No words are spoken, Father Time is disturbed
Fairies in a panic, scramble with fear
Swishing to corners, believing their time is near

Sun dial shadows go round-and-round
Then shatter into pieces and crumble to the ground
The ticking increases, pendulum side to side
The trumpets rage on, no place to hide

The earth rips apart, Father Time doth arise
Coat laced with clocks and stitched full of eyes
His hair is dark and shoulder long
This was not supposed to happen. What went wrong?

The sun shined in the day and blended together with the night
That which was on the left, blurred into that which was on the right
The past, present and future, many dimensions to flee
Except being entrance points into eternity