By: Wayne Brown
The old clock on the mantle ticks in the silence of night
Storm clouds gather to rage and light the dark night bright
With lightning and thunder; torrents of cold stinging rain
A perfect night for Evil to shake and rattle its chains
What’s that at the front window, an eerie shadow there passes
The wind goes around the house and rattles the window glasses
Fear in my heart is climbing in my throat, there’s danger about
Even with all this stormy noise, the old clock still ticks on loud
Each tick of the clock brings danger near, I feel it in my skin
Evil lurks just out on my porch, soon it will try to come in
And the clock it just ticks marking the passage in increment
Time’s running short and soon I fear the horror of Evil’s intent
The hail on the tin roof is playing a tune, adding more confusion
With all that is going on how will I ever know of an intrusion
But the clock marks time and the hour surely will approach
Evil springs, my heart will stop and screams choke my throat
Evil will come this thunderous night and at my doorknob scratch
While I sit frozen in my chair, it will slowly lift up the latch
And as the clock ticks away marking time on the old mantel shelf
Evil will consume my being and suck all the life from my self
Oh God, please stop that clock from ticking, help me with my fear
Evil things are lurking outside and the time is drawing ever near
My heart will not stand to live with this fear though the stormy night
Please God, stop that clock, these ghastly fears I can no longer fight
The lightning is blazing; the thunder rumbles and the wind does race
I run to the mantel; grab the clock and rip the hands from its face
But still the ticking, the hideous ticking, it continues ever so loud
Though time has no mark it continues on unmasking Evil’s shroud
Fear has paralyzed my limbs, I cannot move; frozen in my chair
Now Evil lifts up the latch and slowly enters my dark lair
I see its hideous face and it makes my blood run oh so cold
I know it is here to stop the tick of time and carry away my soul.
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