Presented with a great unknown
A chain will spin despite the kink
Whereat the gavel yet is thrown

Before unearthing itching bone
A glimmer shines on every link
Presented with a great unkown

Because the cycle has no clone
There is no tell sign of the brink
Whereat the gavel yet is thrown

As time exposes where is prone
Stepping stones begin to shrink
Presented with a great unknown

Upon the adscription of a drone
Slapping chain will sound a clink
Whereat the gavel yet is thrown

Although for whom is overthrown
A gear plate shifts within a blink
Presented with a great unknown
Whereat the gavel yet is thrown