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The Knock of Improbability (Part 2)
I will try one more time to fall asleep I must try
For I am alone, so I thought, must be the birds thats why
I convince myself its so, and I close my eyes slow
But that knock comes even louder as it did before
Again noone in sight not even the birds
I look around and I am now truly alone with my words
It must be a demon coming to claim what is hers
That my soul is her prize taking me back to disperse
I will not go without a fight I promise you that
I will not give up my soul for your relentless tact
If I must I will cut my own throat before I fall
To your spell I wont dwell I will no longer be appalled
The knocking grows so loud it defeans me yet
She is coming, the soul of lifeless demeaner is spent
I made up my mind I will not let her take me alive
I will do what is best and decease my own life
As I take my humble blade, and cut into skin
I feel my soul escape low and laugh out loud with no grin
I am free no more knock, for I know she is here
To take my soul from my desperate loving care
That is it I did the deed, but where did she go?
I have not seen her come let alone stare into my vacant bodys tear
Why does she not take a look before she dissapears?
But I still hear that knock of effortless jeer
As I fly around my ship trying to locate the ghost
I hear the knock coming up loud as I seem to approach
There it is I can hear it clear she must be inside
As I open the door my spirit turns white without pride
There it stood, a clock that was given to me
By my daughter to fear off the spirits of evil deed
It lay on its side with the hands moving constantly
Against the table of my choice it was "knocking" at me
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Penn Kname
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