When It Strikes Midnight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
What would you do if you were turned into a creature of the dark? Wouldn't you hate the light and the world? Wouldn't you want to block out the world and drown your sorrows in the dark?

Submitted: July 12, 2012

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The birds that chirp,

The trees that wave.

The afternoon

Of sunny love.

The owls hoot,

The trees that scare.

The midnight moon

That haunts us all.

The clock strikes twelve,

I am renewed.

My eyes turn dark,

My wings pop out.

My heart is filled

With dark love.

I hate the sun,

I love the moon.

The birds that chirped,

The owls that hoot.

The trees that waved,

The trees that scare.

It was the noon,

But now it's night.

For that is when

The clock strikes midnight.


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