Poetry Corner 04-10-11

The Final Hour
            

Dong!
Dong!
The grandfather clock signals midnight
In the dead of night it comes
It comes with the wind and shadows of old
Quietly it climbs the stairs
            Creeeaak!
The floorboards moan as it shifts its weight
It slowly opens the door
            Creeeaak!
The door groans as death pushes it aside
    
The man sleeps peacefully not knowing what impending doom waits
    
Death draws closer; its breath smells of decaying
flesh
The End is near.
It touches the man and life is drained ever slow slowly from the body
    
Dawn is at hand, the shadow of death disappears
Never to visit again

Ding!

Ding!

The grandfather clock signals noon
There is a mass in the graveyard

Ding!
Dong!
    
The bells sound of the recent death
The coffin lowers into the ground
People cry in agony
Death sits in a willow covered in Spanish moss nearby watching the ceremony

— Sebastian Garcia