Swore on the Watch

Shackle band plays: be where you aren't. 
Chimes and numb brays fiddle out days.
Convincing, the image, a tracked product count.

Bracingly clavichords demand extra keys.
Eyes won't see decay, it's quite fast and too slow.
Knighted in heartbeats whose tempo wanes life.

Sir Doubt heats a castle with promises wept. 
Unstarted unfinished those wishes each dream.
One sentence two follies as third hands grasp seams.