Sigh! Silence was painting her claws again,
and around the corner, Grief was tapping his foot,
on the wooden floor, ready to dance on the gloomy tunes.
Time was tired and wanted some rest, so it froze.
A dead rose in the pocket of Sorrow, who was patient enough to stay.
Darkness crept as always, and with his cold hands,
put the noose bejeweled with pink diamonds around my neck.
Death clapped and with a grin, shouted “Show Time!”