Mike Murphy

Rookie (England)

The Clock.

The chimes in the study intrigue me most,
Hiding away like a misplaced ghost.
Curiosity bites I need no invite,
The creaky door opens, the clock in sight.

A fire burns with a fierce rage,
Casting shadows on an eerie stage.
The chimes sing out hypnotic and bold,
And the chill in my spine runs deep and cold.

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