The Tower of London and the Death of Time.

The clock's working eyes,
always watching me.
It's the red rose's spy,
forgotten to all.

This tower of London,
framed so high.
I'm leaving this place,
so say goodbye.

This world we knew,
has gone away.
The cold wind blew,
it blew it right away.

It's a nightmereish place,
but this world is mine.
We scream and run,
as death comes for time.