Title: Midnight
by Christine from Northern Ireland | in writing, poetry
The stars glitter playfully in the blackout,
No moon to guide us any more.
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
We hear noises from afar,
We do not know what they are.
Calls for help or scavenger animals on the prowl for food,
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
Cries and wails close to home,
Wish we could help and comfort.
But we are frozen,
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
The moon shines down on all of us,
It glints in their hungry eyes.
Their intense blue eyes cut right through you,
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
People are starting to run,
They will not get far we are sure.
They will stumble and they will get them,
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
Daylight has finally approached us,
We have been waiting.
Where are they? When will they come back?
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
Every midnight they tiptoe in.
Every sunrise they float out,
Darkness. A pool of blackness.
We will now wait patiently for the darkness to creep up on us again,
Prepare ourselves we must.
We now call the pool of blackness, Midnight.
I had to write this for english one day and it just popped into my head..<33 peace <33
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