The Clock

The clock bell rang,
reverberating through my skull,
vibrating through my body.
And with each ringing of that dreadful bell,
the spirit of today shuddered, shook
and finally fell.

Again it rang and the spirit groaned its last,
so very short its time,
a single special day
and gone to dust by the final chime.

Nothing but long shadow remained.
A silent apparition
all in black and known by many names.
I shook with fear,
as the ghost of christmas future drew near.
For in  my deepest heart I always knew
that time was short,
and the future, I had no wish to view.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2015

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