Father Time? (pt. I)
For this was a spectacular invite!
A very peculiar sight?
Was this figure upon me Father Time, or a forward be my demise?
He came into light..
He came into the dark dead of night!
Beholder, many more centuries older,
Not once have I ever felt a moment as bold.
Feel the chill of the crisp cold air,
As I lay paralyzed soaked in sweat,
Let me tell you nothing is much more bitter sweet than death.!
The silent eyes that wanted to a closer scene?
Breaking silence, out let of a scream!
I watch as the dark black smoke drift apart,
To fade outwards amongst the shadows of the dark.
I arise a Las! Nor was any word said
Les I say! "Now I have fed my head!"
Later to blow out my candle and go to bed.
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