6:47 AM

In the hush of dawn, at 6:47 AM, Where shadows linger, where dreams condemn. A whisper floats, a haunting tune, "Daisy, Daisy," in the gloom. The clock ticks slow, the hour obscure, As daisies wilt, and memories blur. A figure looms in half-light's sway, "Daisy, Daisy," it seems to say. In the uncanny valley, where echoes dwell, "Daisy, Daisy," a spectral spell. Eyes that gleam, but hold no spark, In the stillness, shadows dark. At 6:47, when night meets day, "Daisy, Daisy," they seem to say. A chilling echo, a silent plea, In the eerie hour, where time runs free.