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*I wrote this for my English class- Had to write an Edgar Allen Poe type horror/gothic piece
And the clock still is ticking,
always clicking
Spinning, spiraling towards my end
a certainty on which we do depend
I hear the clock is chiming,
and I hear its distant timing
Always so deftly defined,
as I sit here so resigned
I see my end approaching
I see the guards encroaching
I see those deathly gallows,
oh, so deftly hallowed
I see Lucifer diverting,
all the while converting,
a steady stream of my precious tithes
All I can do is sin and writhe
The jingle of my cursed chains,
liquefies my brittle brain
The time is now
where I must bow
To my God....
So help me God
And I see those gaunt gallows protruding,
as I stand there discomposedly brooding
All the while desperately composing
a state of mind so imposing,
it silently swelled my mind
and swallowed all it could find
As I stood on gallows row
I wish you all to know,
I stood with fear, side-by-side
For death was near, with nowhere to hide
As life leaked from the gallow
I did not remain so shallow;
I died there with composure intact
while waiting for the sudden impact
All the while the clock was ticking,
always clicking
Spinning, spiraling towards my end
a certainty on which we do depend
I hear the clock is chiming,
and I hear its distant timing
Always so deftly defined,
as I stand here so resigned
I see my end approaching
I see the guards encroaching
I see those deathly gallows,
oh, so deftly hallowed
Copyright 2008 Chris
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