• Midnight Tolls...

    The mirror reflected the shadows of the night,
    The room illuminated in an unholy light.

    The darkness is coming, a creeping fear,
    The darkness is coming, it draws ever near...

    A child sobs in the corner, waiting for the dark,
    Knowing her fate, proven by the mark...

    The Mark of the Dark King, ruler of the night,
    When midnight tolls, he’ll take his flight...

    11:57 turns slowly at the hollow berth,
    The Dark Lord is coming, in his wrath and mirth...

    11:58 comes the next chime of the clock,
    The doors swing open though they were locked...

    11:59 the hellfire surrounds her, blocking escape,
    A gate opens before her, as she gapes...

    The first toll of midnight comes, before she can think,
    A smell overwhelms her, a decaying stink...

    The second brings demons to torture and taunt,
    The third brings darkness, a memory that haunts...

    The fourth brings pain, agony, and defeat,
    The fifth brings fire of an unbearable heat...

    The sixth has the demons, dragging her down,
    The seventh destroy the air around, causing fear she’ll drown.

    The eighth brings her before him, to look into his eyes,
    The ninth means nothing, as she is mesmerized.

    The tenth comes without warning, causing her fear,
    The next to final warns her she’ll be trapped here...

    Midnight tolls...
    And she is no more...