A Near Midnight Stroll
A Near Midnight Stroll
A nightly walk
In the shine of the moon
Time starts to stalk
When midnight is now soon
Hands of the clock stop
Vision becomes hazier
A shadow is seen on top
Of the lamplights that look fuzzier
The shadow leaves its spot
To get a better look at your shock
You then hear a bang with a shot
That gets your body on lock
Crumples downward in duress
And what is left is now a mess
Written on December 13, 2019
Copyright © Dylan Ravenclaw | Year Posted 2020
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