The Count

12 hours

A deal to be done for destruction will doth beckon an edge on the day

11hrs

An hour less to enjoy the sun in all the fading light may offer in salvations way

10hrs

The clock that eats my time hath ticked and tocked into every second I see it die away

9hrs

The panic yet to come calls a storm on the horizon saturated with grey and hailing clouds

8hrs

Hope launches one more desperate plan in facing odds a gambler would give no eyes

7hrs

Six foot of rope emerges from a darkening day’s ditch of six foot deep

6hrs

In that rope a noose has began to tie tight the binds by which optimism chokes

5hrs.

How horridly the time flies into the lessoning hours of where the deal turns downward bleak

3hrs..

How the silence of the mind falls screamingly into the fatal closing act of an impending end

0hrs…

All consciousness falls numb to the final moments

..-1hrs

As all in the eternities game plays on an act of impossible

…-3hrs

Beyond the act of finality a fated thing is to survive

….-4hrs

To feel fatality and know that the end eludes this mortal hurt

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