Saturday, 11 November 2006

13th Hour

The clock strikes and the trees dance,
The shadows prowl and the curtains prance
You're all alone little one,
They're all out, having fun.
But the game's too fast. You know,
The happiness won't last.
Night gallops past your door,
Obsidian hooves scorch the floor,
Wrench the curtains back,
The hour pours in, fade to black.

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