{"id":20143,"date":"2016-08-13T13:00:32","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T17:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20143"},"modified":"2016-09-07T06:20:10","modified_gmt":"2016-09-07T10:20:10","slug":"hour-4-untitled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-4-untitled\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 4: Pale Dark Deadline"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Are you hungry, little lady?<\/p>\n<p>Well tonight you dine on dust<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t you wish to eat it?<\/p>\n<p>Well you must, my dear, you must<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t try to wash it down with tears<\/p>\n<p>The salt stings all the more<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He pointed with a finger at the crooked mantle clock<\/p>\n<p>The pendulum ceased swinging<\/p>\n<p>The cogs succumbed to rust<\/p>\n<p>He pointed with a finger and the hands they pointed back<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Are you tired now, dear woman?<\/p>\n<p>Tonight you\u2019ll sleep in dirt<\/p>\n<p>If it helps to quell\u00a0your fears<\/p>\n<p>I can promise you won\u2019t hurt<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Are you famished, little man?<\/p>\n<p>Well tonight you dine on ash<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s no use being fussy<\/p>\n<p>Come now, don\u2019t be rash<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t try to trade another\u2019s place<\/p>\n<p>If they go, you still go too<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He turned and made a gesture toward the setting sun<\/p>\n<p>The light was fading quickly<\/p>\n<p>There came the faintest plash<\/p>\n<p>He turned and made a gesture and his footprints filled with blood<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Are you exhausted now, dear sir?<\/p>\n<p>Tonight you\u2019ll sleep in flame<\/p>\n<p>If it helps you go in peace and grace<\/p>\n<p>Just know you all end up the same<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Pale and dark he was at once<\/p>\n<p>Slight, but looming too<\/p>\n<p>They had never seen his face<\/p>\n<p>Yet knew him when he came<\/p>\n<p>He beckoned and they dragged their feet<\/p>\n<p>But followed all the same<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Are you hungry, little lady? Well tonight you dine on dust Don\u2019t you wish to eat it? Well you must, my dear, you must &nbsp; Don\u2019t try to wash it down with tears The salt stings all the more &nbsp; He pointed with a finger&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":635,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/635"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20143"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20143\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30005,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20143\/revisions\/30005"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}