Hours (Just a Ramble)

The heart races. There is a clock on the wall that tells the hour. The hour. The hour in which daylight and darkness will battle for the sky....where darkness will prevail. The stillness. Stillness surrounds as if to coax one moment of calm, as the heart races and butterflies of lust and love compel my mind. It is near now. Darkness has won the hour and soon, there will be an embrace...

Sorry, a bit poetic yet silly at the same time.