Tell me this picture's story

[Froggy the Great]

I was playing with filters and this happened. So:

 

You just found this picture in the attic. Tell me the story of what happened and why your grandfather burned the clock.

 

[EvilJames]

Go not into the attic son

For ghost of past sins there dwell

Touch not the the broken clock

Time holds these devils well

 

Turn not the twisted hands

Of tortured tolling bell

Lest bones of ancient dragons

Drag thee screaming down to hell.

[ShadowRaven]

The aged wizard sat down upon his chair. His familiar perched on desktop, at his side as always. A loyal friend truer than any had ever known. Closing his eyes the wizard drifted off to sleep....

[Bayushiseni]

The Old Clock-Work Poem

 

There is no pain among the dead.

No time worries the souls forgotten.

Only fire will consume dry old bones.

 

There is no pain among the dead.

There are no dogs barking in the yard.

There is no laughter of happy children.

The attic is empty of boxes of games.

 

No time worries the souls forgotten.

Nothing that decay doesn't tame.

No eyes cast a gaze ever so sad.

What can grow in the dusty orchard?

 

Only fire can consume dry old bones.

That's why the dead are hidden in humidity

For them we're all forgotten to one thing...

Meat for those that nothing will ever feed.

Edited December 31, 2014 by Bayushiseni