This is a poem. Enjoy, review and carpe diem
It taps.
Tap, tap, taps at my window.
I can hear it.
I can feel it.
As it tap, tap, taps at my window.
It whispers.
Swish, swish, swishes in my ear.
I can hear it.
I can feel it.
As is swish, swish, swishes in my ear.
It calls:
'My darling Rose, I know you hear,
And yet I'm standing here alone.
Can you not feel me here beside you?
Waiting till the bone…
…Will snap and break
Underneath my hands.
I know you hear me,
And yet I'm standing here alone.'
I can see it in the shadows,
A dark and deadly image has snuck into my home.
It will not leave,
It will not silence,
And yet I'm standing here alone.
'Nessa, dear,
I know you hear me.
I can see your fingers twitch.
You ache to touch,
You ache to feel,
What I've stolen in a tick…
…Tock of the fabled
Time Dragon Clock.'
I can hear it,
I can feel it,
It's pulling at my heart.
My very soul is torn
Between this aching, throbbing plot.
And so…
…I touch.
I am wicked.
I am evil.
I am a sweetened deadly rose,
And if listen well,
You will hear my bloody shoes,
Click, click, clicking,
With each fabled
Tick, tick, ticking,
Of the Time Dragon Clock.
FIN