The Grandfather clock struck midnight
In the distance, acknowledged, in my awareness
The rest of the street remained quiet,
Except for the sounds of the leaves
As they crunched beneath my feet

A gleam of moonlight shone through the window
Within the gap between the purple curtains
The climbing roses descended along the back
Of the settee, dust brushed beneath my fingertip
As I swirled my name on the mahogany surface
Of the sideboard

In that one moment, memories are captured
Tears fell, like raindrops, stirring the sadness
In my soul, long forgotten times of old
That had filled my psyche with stories of gold

The finess of fear had danced with the scent of
Death as it participated in a parody of a spoiled Life
Style was not its finer moments when the envy arose
From the depths of darkness, toying with the devils' mits
Clasped in chains, my body had driven away all inklings
Of Depression, of doubt, already, too early on in life

Now there wasn't much time left to think about it
All in its entirety of darkness did parry itself with fright
But it only showed indefinitely...
When I decided to turn on the light