Two o Clock

February 28, 2013
Two o clock in the afternoon
Tick, tick, tick
He waits patiently in the room
Click, click, click
The candles snuffed, the curtains shut
Black, black, black
A blade of all the most fearsome cut
Hack, hack, hack
The doorbell rings, some voices heard
Leave, leave, leave
He stands are raises up his sword
Please, please, please
The carpet soaked in sticky red
Why, why, why
The house is thick with souls of dead
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

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bowtie said...
Apr. 25, 2013 at 1:00 am
This poem is really freaking good
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