midnight hour

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

 

As the clock chimes 

the midnight hour

restless spirits push their way through thick black night

to present day.

 

Little stirrings do begin

with flickering lights 

shadows on walls as

the dead start to have a ball.

 

Icy air, rocking chairs, books

flying through the air.

Loud bangs and high shrieks

cats and dogs too scared to peep.

 

As the hour ticks by sixth sense sleepers do stir and wake tiptoeing downstairs to see what is making the house shake.

 

Ghosts ghouls to name but two are dancing the minutes away 

while human eyes look on surprised as they recognise 

relatives no longer alive.

 

But then it stops the clock chimes one and they are gone those left behind bewildered and tired

return to sleep waking in the morning believing it was a dream.


Submitted: May 13, 2021

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