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
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