Midnight


The night is where they live,
The night is where they belong,
The night is not all dark,
street light’s have to turn on at some point.

The night is a stalking ground
for Vampires and shadow’s.

They belong in time’s when
the wind sings a song,
when shadow’s lengthen
and clock’s ring there bells
reminding us midnight has arrived.

Creature’s of the night
love the late hour’s of midnight.

© By Amanda D Shelton

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