Half Past Four

The clock; its hand is turning forth,
Gravity has brought an unwelcome guest,
Time has lost its long belated; again,
It's coming; coming in haste for day,
The day will come in morning or,
Dusk; night creeps to the calling of,
Chimes loud and quiet they are chiming;
Numerous in number; their attitude,
Is sure and their fate comes, to
Be as a reaper for destinies pit,
Hours shall pass and we will be still,
For rifts of emotion tare on through,
The mist!