***

❝ Walking down the odd lane of Cosworth, 

I saw a person strange. 

They looked like a rebirth, 

of a twisted age.

Wearing nothing, but a multi coloured suit, 

and a sleek black lorgnette.

Holding out a paper made out of jute, 

'Is this a threat?'

Being a wizard of time, 

I know a lot extordinary. 

Expect this odd dime, 

in their late twenties.

I take the paper,

and see a strange sketch. 

It is of a women warrior.

looking quite henched.

I look at the stranger, confused, 

but they vanish into the abyss of time. 

'Did I get dupped?'

Suddenly, I hear a curious chime.

I tuck the sketch into my perky pockets, 

and wait for my chariot. 

'There are many sleezy secrets, 

related to the ones private. 

Time sublimely sucks me up, 

to a colourless void.

I got another cunning cup,

of something devoid.

***

"A warrior women was found dead near Margrave river,

she was brutally murdered.

The watchmen call this "a plan quite sinister, 

as this had millions angered."

The people of Aethertopia grew livid, 

after the death of a warrior women. 

But this gave me a picture vivid, 

to take advantage of the risen. 

I search in my millions of picky pockets, 

a red clingy crystal. 

It can connect many sockets, 

which can cause that "reckless" ripple. 

"But why did a mere warrior get this much attention?", 

my crystal, Ruby, inquiries.

"Good question, 

it is due to many unseen wires" 

Suddenly, that strange sketch flops down, 

onto the mundane marble floor. 

'Time to reclaim the crown, 

of the person long ignored.'

The sketch matches the women murdered, 

"But how is that possible?"

"Again, many will be blurred, 

to keep thousands in the ignorant bubble. "

Exiting the morbid market, 

I march down a lane. 

Time to end this racket, 

before I get framed. 

I take out my atom jumbler and hertz tracer, 

out of my purple placid pouch.

Having a infinite pouch is a huge reliever, 

" Then, why does he look like a grouch?"

***

Placing the circular crystal into my jumbler, 

I glance at the crowd in Wellingmiota alley

I suddenly hear a rigid rumble, 

'There is not time for the dilly-dally.'

Stunning sleek light emerges, aloud, 

after I press the shiny gold buttons. 

The echos of help are quite loud, 

'Time to unveil the callous curtains.'

The gears of time are soon changed, 

to create a miraculous curing curse. 

'This was something paved, 

after Time's reckless reverse'

("Two teaspoons of decisions, 

and a dash of external factors. 

There were many missions, 

given to these patience snatchers.")

A infinite loop of harmony got generated, 

due to the tricky truth displayed. 

I had no time to persuade, 

Death, who got delayed. 

***

"How did you do this?"

questioned a lad.

"I just gave a serene swish, 

to the ones jabbed." ❞

***

Central Idea:

The poem explores themes of time, mystery, and the intertwining of fate and agency. It depicts a fantastical journey of a time wizard who encounters the strange and the surreal while unraveling a murder mystery. The narrative raises questions about the nature of reality, the consequences of actions, and the hidden connections between individuals in society.