'twas the night before everything came to an end
though the manor was stirring with many a friend
the doll's quiet ticking, the jack's merry chime
unaware, momentarily blind to the time
the sun kept the children safe, doubtless, and warm
the moon held out hope that they'll wait out the storm
the time passes faster, now, within a blink
can one defy fates left unwritten in ink?
it's clear more than ever i'm trapped in these walls
the manor so vast, yet impossibly small
hours, now minutes, now seconds away
hiding alone as i brace for the pain
but it never happens.
the world now stands quiet and still
the end's not one swift to the kill
remaining tensions
dissapate
eternal nothings
froze in place
alone with scattered thoughts
beyond
the countdown's
end.
then, at the edge of lucidity, i see her.
teardrops, indigo
back of the mind
half-finished drawings
harder to find
ink flows through crevices
filling the gaps,
red spirals order
memory lapse
i think i knew her once