Of the Coming Fire

the skelton of the watch a vigil for the passing dead things left unfed wraiths wander on watching wanting waiting guiding the blind in to the light the instruments of time to mark mortality counting the seconds, minutes, hours in life the harbinger of the dread, the dead stands in the hall the reapers machine runs in time to creations metronome an artifact at the dawn of ages of ancient design in mechanisms of bone, gears, wires and things unknown deep in the watch of night of bones of springs gears and strings deep in the heart of night a complex something the visions of the afterworld the passing of the souls into the void the watcher stands, a shadow deep in the woods the reapers final toll, crimson of the inferno first flames of a holy eucharist lucy's fire burning bright counting of the seconds of a second christ the coming king of Midnight the light bringer a skeletal vision image remains, like the afterlight of a photograph afterflash a ghost of light hangs in the space hangs the coming dead the future in stillbirth amber aftermath the thing in the dark woods bury it deep in ice and black snow Thermal Nuclear Winter wills its dark deeds an odd object ornate with jagged jade inlays Glitter in the dark twin pinpricks seem at midnight the hour strikes ringing of the chimes a call for the final toll a sentinel figure the armature of a shallow shadowy man of bones, strings, gears, something sinister watches, waiting, wanting and willing A deed and a desire of the coming fire standing a dark vigil