Unwinding Clocks

The clocks upon the wall
their hands, spinning
backwards, backwards
faster, faster

The room, spinning, dissolving
on a trip unlike any other

He stands alone
destined to repeat the fates
cursed with ability

Unknown to all but a few
silently working
often behind the scenes
pulling the levers, triggering events

A maverick of eons
yet from a time long past
unstoppable.
doomed.

With a snap of his fingers
he moves the mountains
vanquishing his foes
in seemingly limitless power

Embittered by destiny
a hero to some
a villain to many

He scoffs at all but the greatest challenges
and quietly struggles with the grand story

A man in black with crimson trim
with a silent, hidden face
and fingerless gloves

Perhaps you'll see him
if destiny calls
and the fates intertwine
wish not for the fates to be against you
as you do not wish for this opponent

Should you ever see his eyes
steel and gray
count yourself among the few
as death itself fears to look that way