A lonely hand scratches with a pen in silence.
Quiet candles softly flicker in the gloom,
And a clock ticks dreadfully,
Beats time sinfully,
A word turns to an image of doom.
Wandering eyes search dark corners
Turning inward, seeking phrases,
Fettered by letters and a marching mind,
And the rain starts painfully,
Thunder rolls disdainfully,
And the rhythm of the darkness is unkind.....
The power is out again due to another storm...."