Glorified hills

I look at the clock ticking. 

At the left my window’s screaming 

Peered through the translucent barrier, 

Hills, exulting in the beauty it holds, 

Stared a little too deeply, scrutinizing 

And there it yelps, a muted cry of despair. 

As the ticking prolongs, lights fade into dusk, 

They prevail more of their morbid soul 

For it seems, they provide a shelter, to undimmed luster 

For who couldn’t escape from the vague 

The vague that sinners would bury, 

For you’re disguised as a forbidden dispenser. 

Tick, tick, tick as it goes, I see you fade in the gloom, 

Again, sheltering the entirety, Guarding all that exists. 

And with the earthly rotation, You would again shimmer in green 

Lure the wanderer with thyself lifeless 

For this is your testament, 

To behold the glory so divine 

 For in this regime, your endowment is timeless. 

-sabwrites