12 minutes to Midnight

The bell rang shrilly,
Down the road we go
The grimy sides are dirty,
But still we go.

12 minutes to midnight,
the owls hoot,
the leaves rustle,
And I walk down that road,

To that place I hope to find,
place of endless hopes,
salvage what I've lost,
seek the fortunes.

12 minutes to midnight,
the moon over me,
images in the lakes,
and further down the road I go.

Time is naught I'm almost there,
reaching soon,
to find whats fair,
below the moon

Midnight strikes, the bell chimes
Upon the gravestone I find,
My hopes and dreams,
Dead in my mind.

Next time when I go
down that long road,
I'll leave for it
before sunset.