At 3:00 Am

At 3:00 am the sun comes out like black molasses Becomes the devils hour ever after on the meadow grass It hangs with evil demons chronic in the cold waters clogged Falls on the wet surroundings through slow moving fog Slips between the swamp and remnants of the land Down to the tar like syrup, thick layered oils on evenings remains Deep are the crevasses of real lost dark Not really solid as the hour turns The night sun is dead off in the distance Nothing comes to life out there removed from God Gray mist rolls off steep cliffs near by the bog Rocks sleep and keep their distance As the lake there opens up its secrets Through winter frost comes calm Ice cracks a sinister smile as it goes silent Leaving jagged lines that etch the surface Turned solid, no longer moving with the wind Dead of night begins and never ends at 3:00 am