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The Midnight Hour

Mother Earth is cast
In a blackened tone
As a screech owl calls
To chill to the bone

Winds to dance now
Upon this window pane
Tapping out a haunting lullaby
Amidst torrent of rain

Black cat on its perch
To let out a hiss
And that sound in the rafter
What spector is this?

Naught left for light
But these guiding stars
As we enter our dreamstate
Across distances far

Still each night we go
Into this land of Nod
Hoping our dreams will await
Down this path that we trod

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-9-04

 

 





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