The mimes of Delos built a box
Around my ticking clockwork heart
They draped her brass in ribbon wreaths
Before they took her flesh apart

On high atop the Ducky Wheel
Candy floss sticky, popcorn salty
I tried to piece her back together
I tried to see the funny side

My face too pallid to be called grey
My back too stiff for acrobatics
Gingerly I'd ring the doorbell
Seconds later and I'm soaked

We spoke a while outside the Bank
Another place of whirrs and latches
I left my heart at the Bloodline Registry
And took off home along the highway

The mimes of Delos built a box
Ingenious with many locks

With gears and ratchets, traps and snares
A gauntlet fit for she who dares

To breach its funhouse-painted walls
To walk its Twilight-dreary halls

To speak the password at the gate
And get me out 'fore it's too late

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chronos, in the year 954 AF.