And Then

And Then… My work finished I glanced back at the clock Ah… The Witching Hour Hung heavy on the next tock My thoughts raced back To childhood days To scary stories Round campfires haze To daunting dares In dark woods maze And then… It caught my eye A phantom shape That just moments before Had been shadows tossed Twixt the walls and floor And I admit Twas’ dimly lit Random shapes In chances knit Poorly viewed From where I sit And then… I saw it move Just then I thought Tis’ time to trust and pray And steady my hearts resolve Should this be the reckoning day And then I swear The room grew cold Events purpose Moved to unfold My chest I clutched My soul to hold And then… I heard it speak “Time is at hand” And those words comforted it seemed And my God in a timeless moment I became one with all I’d dreamed Tis’ certain this Event of page Will visit all Upon life’s stage Fully quenching Life’s burning rage And then…