Читать книгу Abarat 2: Days of Magic, Nights of War - Clive Barker, Clive Barker - Страница 18

The Hour! The Hour! Upon the Hour!

The Munkee spits and thickets cower,

And what has become of the Old Man’s power

But tears and trepidation?

The Hour! The Hour! Upon the Hour!

Mother’s mad and the milk’s gone sour,

But yesterday I found a flower

That sang Annunciation.

And when the Hours become Day,

And all the Days have passed away,

Will we not see—yes, you and me—

How sweet and bright the light will be

That comes of our Creation?

—Song of the Totemix