The Ticking Clock

Flashes of light flicker
As the clock ticks
Soft sobbing of a woman
Drowns out the whimpering of her child
As she glances at the clock
She fears the ticking time bomb
Ready to explode
She hears the slamming of the door
Like an exploding shot gun
A moment later
A command for fear of her life
Stepping forward ready for the blow
With a deep breath she take the beating
For an endless hour
Crawling from Death's door
She gathers her child
Vanishing from Satan's presence