My Witching Hour

Down the hall of light, you wait.
I am dancing in the dark.
Being a saint is not my fate.
My soul and Luna will not part.

The shadows in my nirvana creep.
They wait for blessings at the door.
The hidden underworld of my sleep
Is arising to settle the crooked score.

The hourglass encased in ice;
Sacred and jinxed;
Ashen in smothering time.
The destined close their eyes;
My witching hour forever.

The zephyr grips my heart,
As the moon begins the fall.
My vices have become a lark
And the darkness will not stall.

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