Tick, tick, tick, gears are working, spinning round,

soothing lullaby keeps me safe and sound.

Metallic wings fan out with beauty and reflects light,

fighting off the mechanical demons with fright.

A vintage clock replaces the heart,

making it a beautiful antique piece of art.

Small metal twisting chords replace the veins,

channeling electricity and immune to the rain.

Smooth metal fits perfectly where muscles should be,

with bronze bolts everywhere the eye can see.

Short hair is actually formed by rusted chain,

creating a rather unique mane.

Appearing in my dreams, making them peaceful and well,

for this is my lovely Clockwork Angel.