I stay up all night,
For fear of the Eleventh Hour,
The hour before midnight.
The clock strikes nine,
Tick, Tock, chimes the clock.
The clock strikes ten,
Tick, Tock, chimes the clock.
The clock strikes Eleven!
The hour before midnight.
Tick, Tock, chimes the clock.
Second turn to hours,
Hours to days.
On the last stroke of the clock before Tomorrow arrives, or today I should say.
Tick, Tock, chimes the clock.
A which cackles,
And thus begins,
The Witching Hour.
Eleventh Hour
Phoenix Moore
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/15/2020
Poet's note: This goes with the superstition of the Witching hour.
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