Tick

You attack
sharp clawed invisible
reeling all to your endless maw
Perhaps  
you chortle in secret
at our puny attempts to delay
your awful inevitable
as we fall to our knees and pray
No face so terrible
unseen and merciless
no wonder we push you away
There is never enough of you
never the certainty of days
only eternal night
bereft of senses to feel the dawn
all cloaked in silence
gathering grimly
the truth of the sky's yawn