I fight quietly at dawn's
Candlelight, fight softly
But surely with genteel
Fist—heart—
Softly beating—ticking—
Like a clock—dancing—tik—
Dancing—tok—hammering
The ghosts that frequent
These halls—
The white washed walls—
Which shrink at the sight
Of dawn—beautiful dawn!
And day—O luminous day!
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
I fight quietly at dawn's
Candlelight, fight softly
But surely with genteel
Fist—heart—
Softly beating—ticking—
Like a clock—dancing—tik—
Dancing—tok—hammering
The ghosts that frequent
These halls—
The white washed walls—
Which shrink at the sight
Of dawn—beautiful dawn!
And day—O luminous day!
