Clockwork Dreams

In a village, where tales were spun, lived old Edward, wise and fun.

With a beer in hand, he set out, chasing dreams, there's no doubt.

Clockwork heart within his chest, beating steady, not a jest.

Through grasslands and hills so high, he pursued dreams beneath the sky.

Under moonlit, shadowed trees, Edward found a magic breeze.

Clockwork dreams took him far, on a journey like a shooting star. 

In a grove where secrets hid, he found a portal, dreams amid.

Edward, with sparkling eyes, stepped into where dreams fantasized.   

 

In the land of ticking schemes, Edward danced in clockwork dreams.

A story spun in the night, of an old man's dreamy flight. 

Now in the village, stories unfold, of Edward, wise and bold.

Clockwork dreams, his legacy, whisper tales for all to see.