Devoured Hours (acrostic)/ by: b.decatoria

Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue.
Ennobled, hungers the second hand.
Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking;
Oxen heavy, that kneading sound,
Under skull and depth of dreams.
Rescind the mad lives we vitiate;
Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts,
Dancing in a pitch dark waiting room.

Happenstance for insomniac folk
Ogres and dark shadows howling
Unapologetic at the light and moon.
Riot of the quiet, against daylight—
Star: bright in the void of night / time / dark.