O'Conor Poems

O'Conor Poems

1My Eleventh Hour

Best Poem of O'Conor

My Eleventh Hour
I pray the night falls before I see her face again
The one who wields a rapier of annihilation

Between the mournful howling of troubled winds
My ears twitch as she draws near with a piercing cry
Which cuts through the falling darkness
Causing the breeze to release its warm embrace
And bite at my . . .
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