chamber by Mark A. Fisher

listen then to the heavy tread in darkened halls

slow and heavy as moments preserved in amber

or specimens in shadow boxes hung on walls

of the cheerless dour gloom of the master’s chamber

with the dong dong dong of the ancient clock ringing

slow and heavy as moments preserved in amber

dismal moody atmosphere lingering clinging

imitation heartbeat echos through empty rooms

with the dong dong dong of the ancient clock ringing

sounding out the drear misery of empty tombs

wind-up dancer emerging now free from her box

imitation heartbeat echos through empty rooms

clockwork people stations to abidingly walk

passing all the angry ghosts that still vigil  keep

wind-up dancer emerging now free from her box

never again will she have any hope to sleep

listen then to the heavy tread in darkened halls

passing all the angry ghosts that still vigil keep

or specimens in shadow boxes hung on walls

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