When darkness falls
And with its ill
The breath of death
The sound of still
When eye is closed
No light reflect
Nor tongue to speak in dialect
When sweat lies cold
Upon the brow
To raise the hand
And know not how
To meet with he
Who doth allow
The passaging of time

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Time gentlemen
When light glows dim
And dark descends
When breath is faint
And fear attends
When eye is cold
No light reflect
Nor tongue to speak in dialect
When sweat lies cold
upon the brow
To still the hand
And know not how
To meet with he who doth allow
The passaging of time

 

 

Burnt

I am an Amateur Gynaecologist with a love of Maidenhair Ferns and a fondness for interpreting Vermeer's Paintings as Metaphors ...

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