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Poetry: Midnight

Midnight

There is a minute in the night
that casts a well known fear.
For when the clock strikes midnight
the Grim Reaper will appear.

A sense of doom calms the night
and all hope fades away.
A sixty second portal when
death comes out to play.

I have often heard it said
at midnight every night
all the mortals in their bed
are subject to this fright.

For those awake at midnight
will hear the clock chimes toll
then quietly hold their breath
and pray to save their soul.

For at the stroke of midnight
their heart will beat so loud
frightened to be visited by
the ghost in blackened shroud.

For some, midnight will pass
and this fear they will disown.
They know the night has ended
and the new day is their own.

For others not so lucky
who'll be taken without a fight
and carried to eternity through
that portal in the night.

Better you should soundly sleep
and sleep the whole night through
then to be awake at midnight
when death comes stalking you.

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