All lone on this hour
Grandfather time eirly chimes
as if to remind a saddened soul
the lamenting lows that lay upon the mind
Once a sliken soul, placed afore a sill
was torn away to allow the
light gloomier thoughts repel
Instead of becoming part the silken was taken away
drew attention to the subtl parts of gloom and lightness' fray
Now thicker with the shadows our silken lonely felt
alll the light consuming life left darkness in it fell
If this was so, could one behold that gloom was truer yet
Silken soul placed before yet another sill
to witness many battels as many souls do and will
THoughts came to be the darkest things set withing the room
Stand ye back whom proven themselves little less than men
Mice you be upon your thrones claiming greed ridden lands
Quarle ye amungst thyselves draw not a drop of blood
Instead ye look on other paths forsook destroy their interuptible lines
Darker dissmissed thoughts have crossed this silken sadened soul
Untill the tears blood and fears made this one no more
All alone come this hour
Hung low on many heads
silken souls die young and so
all alone the rotten souls
sleep soundly on their stolen thrones
and listen as the hours put thoughts into their heads.
Tima-kun Community Member 
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