It's that hour again.
Another nightshift
in the pouring rain
He thinks as he pulls
on his long coat,
matted in bloodstains,
coated in midnight,
guitar strapped to back.
Pulls his hat down over
daylight blinded eyes.
Just another night.
He sighs.
Not noticing
the fluctuating light.
Meanwhile,
they congregated
in the shadow zone.
The phantom world,
where even demons
are scared to roam.
The groaning terrors
and the time corrupted shells.
The would-be fiends
and the ne'er do wells.
The screaming king
of the nightmare realm,
and his ever loyal
princes of hell.
"SO, IT BEGINS"
The king bellowed
to the mass huddled below.
Cheers erupt to royal ears,
as the crowd splits,
and into the room
the beast slips.
"Tonight, we take back
what's ours by right,
tonight we take back midnight"
He knew this city,
where the evils dwell,
But tonight was quiet,
no screams for help.
No crying children, nor scent of fear.
Everything was clear. No danger near.
He thought.
Not noticing that the clocks were ticking backwards.
That the trees were leering close,
He didn't notice the uphill way
that the river flowed.
He floated down the streets,
seeing wishes come true,
Seeing what his mind wanted him to.
For the beast had caused
the watchman to sleep.
In the world’s hour of need,
the watchman was nowhere to be seen,
for in his dreamworld
everything felt perfectly serene.
Too serene,
he quickly twisted his view.
Noticing the shape of the world was askew.
He looked to the clock
and saw that it was spinning
faster than it was meant to,
it was then that he knew,
under that gunmetal rainfall.
This world wasn't true.
Pinching himself, he awoke,
hands chained; throat choked.
Strapped down, medical bed,
with electrodes stuck
all over his head,
and over him loomed
the deathly doctor of sleep.
The haunting nurses of misery
stood behind him patiently.
"There is no escape. This is now your fate,
the longest night of your life awaits"
The snivelling voice sneered.
The doctor with torture devices,
started to slice,
Cutting flesh, a sliver at a time,
ripping into limbs without a care,
The watchmans screams filled the air.
To be continued...
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