Tick tock goes the clock.
Ding ding the bell does ring.
Your time has come.
As the shadows creep.
Creeping on you as you sleep.
Demons come to pull you down, down deep.
The reaper has come to reap.
He's come to collect his debt that you do keep.
Loved ones soon will weep.
Soon your body becomes a heap.
Ding dong, church's bells ring.
Cling clang, corner's keys jing.
Clip clop, carriages horses do draw.
Ping ping, loved ones weep.
Peace peace, forever you do sleep.
This was actually one of my first poems. I'm proud of it.
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Labyrinth of Leaves
PoetryIn the past two years my writing has greatly improved. In this book I'll be putting the poems I'm most proud of. These are the poems I think are best. They come from my other books. I hope you enjoy. Highest rank 852.
