Anatomy of a House pt.7

The Clock

The clock in the hallway

Is the grandfather kind

With carvings and gongs

And a key that you wind

The hands reach for numbers

On opposite ends

Stuck at the time when the haunting begins

To the last of the day you open the curtain

Things will be fine

Of that you are certain

You move through the rooms

Feeling at home

No longer afraid

Though you’re never alone

But as the sun sinks

Burns down like a wick

The clock in the hall is

Beginning to tick