Once upon a night so dreary
The battles of the day carried on
Tired and starving they were weary
Of the midnight sound of the church bell
For death comes after all who ponder
It's guilty widow weeps for none
It prowls the towns and badlands for all who wander
And gives them all no chance to run
It comes in the forms told to the young
Taking all kinds of man, woman, and child
It comes for all as their bell has rung
Watch for the chill and it's desht that will follow
Such cursed lives and endless miseries created by you
Shall bring the reaping of you all one day
Watch as the clock grows closer to the day being through
For then it's time and the piper you must pay
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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