The clock ticks
The clock tocks
The sand blows
And time stops

She falls to the ground in the howling of a wind
through the desert life eludes her, when will it begin again?
The sand begins to settle into gears that gifts her very essence,
and as she fears the end is near, there stands a friendly presence,

A lifting
Rising to the sky
Do chimera's go to heaven?

Then a table
clockwork pieces clink
and... wait...

Life,
light,
blinding to the eyes
but a silhouette before her
with wings
an angel of the skies

And so it's true
chimeras do
but heaven is not the end
second chances bestowed upon her
and she will not misuse them

She owes it all to him, the man,
a gryphon blue in hue
his clockwork ticks within her
driving life within her too.

And so the gryphon granted time
to the citra it was bestowed
and in return her life she gives
to the gryphon she bestows.

I wrote this for  Yuki_Bamboo and  arkgullwing because this is the story they've crafted, just in poetic form. I felt the need to write something, and while it's no where near perfect (almost requiring me to read it out for it to sound right), you all should enjoy. :3