When the floor creaks
The night wind speaks
The drip, drip, drop of the faucet leaks
The mouse squeaks
The tolling, tolling, clock bell 
Tones the midnight hour

Is it the fear in your throat?
Flutterbys in your gut?
The sweat on your nose?
Rushed breath?
Your death grip on the lantern?
When it goes out?

Or just the house saying, "Good Evening?"
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There once was an End
That flew away
The story can't find it
The kingdom is silent
And all is a hush

For the happily ever after is away.
It decided not to stay
Another night
And the pen is still
The tale unfinished
The book untouched for years

Listen.
You can hear the tale
Searching for its end
Upon your neck
Breathing down, looking at your writing.
At your story
Searching for an end
That isn't yours to write
Nor its to find.

It's out there somewhere......
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Did you hear
Of the Nevermind?
It doesn't care
If you do
Once a while ago
One fled to the end of this tale
And sat there.
We can't make it go away
It's a nuisance....

Nevermind. . . .
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Some mysteries
Are better
Not solved at all

Some dishes
Are better served
Cold

Some nights
Are better spent
Falling asleep

Some times
Are better spent
With her.

Some times 
Are better spent
With him

Some times
Have piled up
And sit
Still.....
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There was an ending here
But alas, it flew away
Without a stopping point
I guess you'll have to stay.

You place your self inside the words
That mean nothing at all
And here you wait for story's end
And
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