The tones of dread

By: Jack T.

As I sat on that chair of mine listening to the tone of the clock over here,

the sounded tone one signaling the dreary days to ccme with my hope as cold as gray.

I sat there listening for a stir of life that I may serve there.

I then heard a sound of hope as the door handle began to turn,

with hurried life just like a bird.

I rushed up and flung open the door, but to my dismay no body lingered in the doorway forever more.

Moping back to my chair, I sat there shivering,

then the tone of two flew through the cracks in the wall.

With skys of gray thus this being the month of may,

and the loneliness looming, this days of gray were due to the eternal booming of hatred and the dark moon.

Then as I sat there the ring of three rang about the room

but the loom of darkness and gloom still consumed me from within.

With hearts of evil the angels of the devil carried thy poor master away.

I soon fell asleep and though came four, I could not be awakened from thy sleep.

In my dreams happiness blooms and the doorknobs turned to reveal happy moments,

but then the clock struckth five and awakened me from my sleep.

Then I smoked on my pipe to calm thy nerves, but then the thought befalf me.

What lies in my future of pine and ground all around me just like my dear departed dad?

The tone of six soon startled me and arose me from my dreary thoughts and the darkness and gloominess soon surounded me.

Will this thoughts ever be relived from me?

Then a moment of happiness stroke me and filled me with glee,

the that was mine now gurranted, that I was true heir to the throne just like my dear master used to say,

the mountains of gold soon awaited me and happiness soon filled up my head.

Then the thoughts of depression soon struck and once again filled me with dread.

The map to gold was hidden deep within thy old masters precious diary that he said to always keep.

Then his warning soon struck that he who touches it will be bedridden and soon will rot.

"But the curses are not true ",it said in my dreary head but with dread I said to my head, "but what if the writings are true?"

So as I sat there in my thoughts, the feeling of dread and and anticipate soon began to manipulate me within.

" Do I want to take this chance", I said again and again.

The clock struck nine and I have no reason but I began to let the feelings inside start to control from within.

" I never liked him I began to say and what is the point of worrying he is dead so I should not dread him anymore.

So without a moment to spare I began to open the diary of dread and looked at the pages of time.

The directions began fill my mind and the happiness soon found me.

" At last I said", I said with great excitment and gladness soon began to swell within me as well.

But as loud as the the tone of eleven sounded I screamed with unjoyful glee that the curse was true and with my hate and dread as big as they were they tripled the powers within.

With a silent chime of twelve I was relived as well because of the death without pain and as I lay there with death in the air I wondered what would become of me in my tones of dread.

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