legend – Michal Rotko

The Clockmaker

The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan

There was a tree in my back-yard I used to call it the Wishing Tree; It had wishes hanging from its branches like stars And

Many moons past, and many oceans crossed There stood a lady; Destiny, she was called. She was fair and kind, but also vicious and scary;

There was once a boy Living alone in a cottage; Lit by candles and oil lamps In mind a dream and a plan. There was

I walk and I walk A destination I cannot see; I look and I search A remnant does not exist. I breathe in and then

There was once a madman A ruler of the stars God of all which is forsaken. There was once a man wearing a crown Withered