Day by day, be it as it may

The machines work,

To bring to life,

What God had thrown

Out of sight, and Devil

Embraced out of spite.

Until the crimson dawn,

Metal is hammered to form

The shape of man,

So far from Eden’s graces,

Working in lowlife places.

And when the fires roar,

A man is born, that knows

Nothing of this at all.

And he is given arms, and legs,

A torso and a head, and is covered

All in shining metal.

And then he was stood up,

And the machine asked that

For what now seems to be

No turning back!

“What say you little man? What

do you think of this which now

has come to pass?”

“I am the Tin Man” said the being.

“Go forth!” said the machine,

“But never be naïve, for the world

is full of wonder, but also full

of pain, and will throw your dreams

asunder.”

So there he was, alone in a strange

World, nothing to hold on to

Nothing to live up to, except

The day when his body will rust.

Then a day came, and he met this woman

Who was fairest of them all,

A child of Sun, that’s what she was called,

And she fell in love with him,

His little gizmo’s, and bolts were

Trembling with desire, and he felt

What no machine has ever felt before…

Love eternal.

And they were happy…

Till the day came when the girl

Left him alone, just like he was

In the beginning.

His mind could not process this,

And was never ever again in bliss,

And felt like all was through.

So he went to a cliff, that looked to the sea,

And knelt down, took a bow,

Thanking the unknown creator,

And said for one last time:

“I’m the Tin Man…I never had a heart.

I loved although I’m a machine,

And now I’m falling apart.

I’m the Tin Man, I never had a heart…”

Thus he fell into the sea, and nothing was left

Of him.

Except a story that was later found by a little girl

Who took a stroll, so as to find the wiz of Oz.