The mid-of-night's a splendid thing. This is when the spirits sing.
Yet the night contains more than ghosts, it evokes what we fear most.
Over both feet you stumble when you hear a distant mumble.
You find yourself jumping at shadows, forgetting all your present woes & hating those who you suppose ignore your fear as it grows.
The air is so thick you begin to choke & on your back you feel a poke.
Your thoughts explore your realms of logic, yet none of your conclusions stick.
Suddenly you're feeling sick and the air seems more than thick. It now takes on somewhat of a metallic taste and you begin to move with haste.
Will you make it through this night? Do you have the drive and fight?
Then from above you see a light and you know all will be right.
There is one thing you cannot fight; what about tomorrow night?