The Cuckoo Crows At Midnight

The cuckoo crows at one o'clock,
The cuckoo crows at two;
Its eternally despairing song
Begins the hour anew.
The cuckoo crows at three o'clock,
The cuckoo crows at four;
You'll hear an awful creaking as
It opens up the door.
The cuckoo crows at five o'clock,
The cuckoo crows at six;
Another victim, silently
The cuckoo blindly picks.

The cuckoo crows at seven now,
The cuckoo crows at eight;
Upon the moonlit bridge of stars
The cuckoo lies in wait.
The cuckoo crows at nine o'clock,
The cuckoo crows at ten;
The knife, the knife, it plummets down,
The crow is heard again.

The cuckoo's song begins to slow,
The clock's face states eleven;
The chosen one, he sees, he sees
The gates of golden heaven.

The cuckoo crows at midnight now,
The clock is striking twelve
The cuckoo crows at midnight and
The mystery is solved.

Author's Notes: I was just taking a stroll around the block back in good ol' sunny Florida one day and this popped into my head. All of it. Somehow I managed to remember it long enough to get home and write it all down. Must be fate...because I have a short memory. *laughs* It's creepy, but it sounded kind of cool to me. I hope you thought so, too. =^) Thanks a lot! ~Mistress Jakira