Tick tock, tick tock
The melody of the ticking clock
In the parlour coupled with the
Curious symphony of the grappling leaves like
Kittens starved to the verge of death.
The old lady’s black cat snarled and
Out of the luxurious warm parlour
Crossed to the dreary room upstairs which
Key for no reason disappears compared to the way it appears!
Ding **** ding ****
Dawn was inhibited to approach the
Idyllic quarters of the ancestors’ ghosts
Nagging with time that deprived them of glorious
Grandour they used to enjoy when they were alive.
Demons of anger habitually intervene whenever the
Oracle attempts to put an end to their obstinate complaints.
Nursing their rage is the zealous devils’
Gift; their existence is guaranteed with that rift.
Tick tock, ding ****
A battle of sounds that never ends
Depriving the boy of brief moments of sleep.
Upheavals of the past and obstacles of the future
Tirelessly meet in the brooding moments each night.
Each day is pregnant with the agony of the
Previous dreary and wearisome night.
“Help! Stop it!” shouts the innocent soul of the boy;
It pleads for a moment of quietness.
Frightening fear is delivered each morning
To devour the boy’s serene
Making him inwardly freak but outwardly
Far away from being that meek weak.
The moments end but the years drive away fast.
The everlasting night battles become
That mansion’s landmark song
Whose lyrics ward off all the inhabitants
Converting the mansion into a shrine of
The wild angry ghosts who roam the wild
And agglomerate whenever there is a sensitive child.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
Tick tock, tick tock
The melody of the ticking clock
In the parlour coupled with the
Curious symphony of the grappling leaves like
Kittens starved to the verge of death.
The old lady’s black cat snarled and
Out of the luxurious warm parlour
Crossed to the dreary room upstairs which
Key for no reason disappears compared to the way it appears!
Ding **** ding ****
Dawn was inhibited to approach the
Idyllic quarters of the ancestors’ ghosts
Nagging with time that deprived them of glorious
Grandour they used to enjoy when they were alive.
Demons of anger habitually intervene whenever the
Oracle attempts to put an end to their obstinate complaints.
Nursing their rage is the zealous devils’
Gift; their existence is guaranteed with that rift.
Tick tock, ding ****
A battle of sounds that never ends
Depriving the boy of brief moments of sleep.
Upheavals of the past and obstacles of the future
Tirelessly meet in the brooding moments each night.
Each day is pregnant with the agony of the
Previous dreary and wearisome night.
“Help! Stop it!” shouts the innocent soul of the boy;
It pleads for a moment of quietness.
Frightening fear is delivered each morning
To devour the boy’s serene
Making him inwardly freak but outwardly
Far away from being that meek weak.
The moments end but the years drive away fast.
The everlasting night battles become
That mansion’s landmark song
Whose lyrics ward off all the inhabitants
Converting the mansion into a shrine of
The wild angry ghosts who roam the wild
And agglomerate whenever there is a sensitive child.
#philosophy; #fear; #terror; #anger; #ghosts
