The uncertain heart hesitates upon the precipice
And with grim horror, realizes that it has already started to fall
Unwilling and unready into that unspeakable embrace
The killer that hunts without tooth or claw has caught him
Bring him scorpions or serpents or any terror of the deep that he can defeat with sword or cudgel
But ancient gods, forgotten and unnamed are called forth from the darkness to deliver him from love
His heart burns with a fire that does not consume and cannot be quenched
That man is me
And I am doomed.


Author: Joseph

Writer, educator, and bon vivant.

One thought on “Tick-Tock”

  1. Resistance is futile. Once the beast has smelt the air of infatuation, you may as well given in and enjoy the pending fall!

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