Midnight

The ominous hand of fate slowly

ticks toward the witching hour

as the foreboding sphere of night peers

down and can but cower

at the wraiths, apparitions, and phantasms which

flit and flutter maniacally the macabre

dance of death.

Not less than total panic-stricken

fear constrains the creatures, critters and wild

winged-ones

of the forest; but the demons

hunger for greater game: the

souls of man…

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