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Called into the Shadows
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Just a thought! 
Final grains of sand, deplete an empty hour glass
Pendulums in the clock, marking time no more
An oil lamp flickers it's last burning ember,
While refracted light fades the room into darkness
The air becomes void, all thought, filled with silence
For a fleeting moment, Time stands still...
And a shadow whispers your name.
by Barry Anderson
