Even now,

In an awkward silence

     There is sound...

      Clocks ticking,

      Wind rustling,

      Feet shuffling on the ground.

            Even now,

In long awaited revenge

     There is regret...

                 Purpose fleeing,

                 Always seeking,

                 What satisfaction did you get?

            Even now

At the hour of midnight

     There is light...

                 Moonbeams falling,

                 Forked flames twisting,

                 Birds' shadows while in flight.

AND    Even now

In the hand of Death

     There is life...

                 Scavengers feeding,

                 High bells ringing, so...

                 Put away the knife.