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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