Tick, tock
it's the clock!
A faint sound,
a silent warning!
Tick, tock
It's the clock!
I'm still dwelling...
What is it telling?
Tick, tock
I feel stuck,
unable to move,
but I have to!
Tick, tock
I'm in panic!
Oh, no!
A black crow,
now I know!
Tick, tock
It's telling me to
get going!
I waited too long,
the black crow's song,
my body's
rotting,
and
now,
I'm
falling.
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