The Haunting Hour

I unwind,

all the time,

to be come a tune,

for your clock to chime.,

 

 

I sing,

in steady rhyme,

to a rhythm,

we have yet to divine.

 

Then,

When the clock strikes ten.

 

 

We will do it all again.

 

A haunting hour,

to rewind,

a tale more disturbing,

than those spun by R.L. Stine.

 

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