nights passed by light so lonely,
That was how he died.
Always keeping time,
The tall village clock struck twelve
and Priscilla cried.
Secret filled seconds
gone, Iron filled clouds now dawned
on new days so plain.
Tears filled the sad eyes
of onlookers passing by,
Watching tragedy
as Priscilla limped
away. Under sullen sun,
that was how he died.
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Thanks, Jane
