Without Prompt

by Parrish Lantern
(Canterbury, England)

Stop the clocks, turn back the hands
Place all my pleasures in a file
Fasten locks on my demands
Curtail all my joy for this while.

embalm my eyes, bind my tongue
and let not the light fall from the sun
Tell the stars they cannot stay
Let only darkness see my wante
For word has reached me on this day
There is,no wordwizard prompt.