The Midnight Sunrise

Twelve strikes and I'm wide awake When the earth starts to tremble and starts to shake The Owls begin to sing and the zombies start to yawn Tearing their way through the roots of my lawn Old souls rejoice and dance Grooving to the sounds of little old romance With tuxedoes all faded and torn And the young spirits are reborn Some linger around and stagger up and down the stairs Others drinking vodka and falling off the chairs The DJ switches off and on the lights Enjoying their fun filled disco nights A night of celebration is ended by the knocking of dawn And their loved ones awake and continue to mourn After they climb back to bed six feet deep Anticipating for a good days sleep