It is time for Morgan
For a walk through the Ley
It should be Dawn again
But it has been thrown into delay
What has transpired
Who has maligned
Where is the sky afired
How is the Dawn unfind
Who messed with time
The dark is pitch
No one can see her dress with lime
Morgan is ready to glitch
Time of daylight savings
It's a curse
The road's now invisible pavings
Whatever could be worse
The thing that's most foul
With the extension of dark
The monster's still on the prowl
And to Morgan it will hark
Because it wants her beating heart
In the palm of it's claw
To twist it apart
And chomp it in its maw
So Morgan will wait an hour
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