Midnight

by Unknown2Thyself   Feb 4, 2005


The clock strikes twelve,
strange things are happening in the dark.
There's no light around you.
The path you have found,
leads you around.

Midnight brings,
things alive,
Shadows and sounds.
The fear is almost unbearable,
not knowing where to go.

Creatures staring,
leaves rustling.
Eyes are glowing,
wind is blowing.
And you are going
INSANE!

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