In the Mistimed Morning Hours

In the mistimed morning hours

Your doom became your fate,

As the very thing you loved

became the only thing you feared

The witching hour reckoned;

serendipity revered.

Sweet words becoming carnal-

With a lover's curse

Company of fools now—becomes the company of wolves

Seducing libertines converse.

Even a trickling stream

hath raised to mighty raging flow.

The kindest souls upon the earth

have thoughts that evil knows.

Freshly fallen snow turns black

into a semi-solid slurry.

Don't haste, act now because

temperatures a worry.

Reconcile now,

Before it is too late.

I am encapsulating hearts

while whispering their fate.

A festive, sinful banquet

Awaits after this test-

I did not settle,

or accept defeat as my demise—

Triumphant in my quest!

Singers chanting dirges

As your grief was setting in-

I await amid your mourning

I recall existing where she's been.

Baiting breath upon the guillotine,

Waiting for a plea--

Don't miscalculate this moment

You've always belonged with me.