Like poetry in his ears,
       She whispered softly
As the sun and moon set together
Putting the universe into an un-ticking frame.

The humans, now plunged into fear as time has now stopped,
And their bedtime stories of religion and science both have collided into a twisted grim tale.
          A horror story?
     A horror film.
   A chainsaw massacre in its un-bloodied glory.
Death.

The stopping of ones time for ones self.
  Its unimaginable stopping of minuets thickly spread
       With the promise of heaven
And the blackmail of hell.