Midnight

Midnight.

When you lose sight.

Darkness surrounds you.

Owls coo.

You are alone.

You tremble every bone.

The clock tower is near by.

You can almost cry.

As the darkness plays tricks on your imagining eye.

That you can not deny.

The clock tower chimes.

12 times.

Gone is the fright.

Because it’s past midnight.

Just some random poem...Please review (Puppy Eyes). If anyone likes it, or has suggestions for another, I would eb glad to hear it!

Bandit