They dance beneath the midnight moon.
Whenever it is full.
Drawn just like a moth to flame
Or a magnetic pull.

It calls to them

Beneath the midnight moon
Eternal lovers are dancing
Nocturnal creatures they are
Evermore living in darkness
Alluring kisses

At twelve ‘o clock at midnight,
I woke up with a start.
Gazing around my bedroom,
I could feel my hammering heart.

Leaving

BENEATH THE MIDNIGHT  MOON

Midnight brings a sense of wonder, fear,

Associated with loneliness, but in company,

Thoughts

Alone in my corner I sit,

 the quiet wrapping languid limbs about my body

Inturupted only by the sounds

of unseen woodland