Tis Now the Witching Time of Night

by berenwasteland

I was puttering around in my files and found this poem from three years ago that seems appropriate, if somewhat late, for some discussions on this part of ff.net. Not my best in terms of rhyme scheme or meter, but oh well. :) Please R/R

'Tis now the witching time of night

When hell yawns as the church

Breathes forth disease

Now we do such things

As we would quake to do in light

To be

Or not to be

Our fardels borne with false humility

Why don't we end this hypocrisy?

Suff'ring the whips and scorns must be our plight

There's more to this than

Your philosophy

As we die, and dream

We wonder why the cold air bites.

By tommorrow, and tommorrow

And all our yesterdays

Be all my sins remembered

Thus, conscience doth make cowards

of us all