It was dot-on-twelve, and
I woke. I wasn't really in deep
slumber, but something woke me.
It was not a nightmare, nor the
oppressive heat which disturbed me.
Was it due to a faint sound, faint to
the normal ear, but beat in my mind
like a gong? But then I saw, faint,
dark, massive, crouching slowly by me.
'Your hour is past now, come
Let's go', and then realisation
slowly dawned upon me.
All these years I worked
akin to a machine, but for whom?
I had earned nothing which was
going to bring me peace in my eternal
sleep. And then, in that last summer
midnight of my life, I wept and lamented
for not being able to live up to the
rules prepared by God for I was no
altruist.
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